Do you have a pet poem? Email it to us and we will include it here. These are some of our favourites: One Brown Dog The Office door closed, dulling the din from the kennels. "What do you want this dog for?" I was asked austerely, "House-dog, watch-dog?" I looked at him, gaunt and quivering, Amber eyes searching mine. "I want him," I answered, "As a friend." They were satisfied then. They wrote on the paper One Brown Dog Cross-bred he is, not a mongrel. Some collie about him. Surely a collie's tail, all flaunting and plumy? He still wags it only half-arc. He is doubtful and anxious, Haunted by eight days' divorce from the graces of living. In a teeming world where he was a nameless unit- One Brown Dog. Joyous, fleet creature, graceful and ardent and golden, Look at him now, as he skims the green like a swallow, Or lies relaxed with a loving head on my instep. "As a friend," did I say? Well, I know what riches of friendship Were pledged by the three brief words on the Battersea docket- One Brown Dog Dorothy Margaret Stuart All Dogs Go to Heaven My master came, and said it was time to leave, I was not frightened so please don't grieve. Birds did sing and my soul became a glow, Sorry for leaving you all, but I just had to go. The gates did open and they welcomed me in, My eyes opened wide and my face it did grin. It was all so uncanny and awfully weird, From out of nowhere my friends all appeared. Dear old "Jimmy" was there, he had saved me a bed, As for "Blackie" my mucker he had only got wed. "Tina" and "Tramp", they're both doing fine, They've all settled in and no longer pine. It's so hard to explain what it's like here, Though I will miss you all and shed the odd tear. Thank you for loving us, and for our home, And for all the dogs with us, that did roam. Our dear friend "Leyla", you will be with us soon, And your bed will be waiting, along by me, "Racoon". Then we will all be together to bark and wait, For the bell to ring, in charge of the gate. In loving memory of your Yard Dogs who will be remembered always. Four Feet I have done mostly what most men do And pushed it out of my mind; But I can't forget if I wanted to Four feet trotting Day after day, the whole day through Wherever my road inclined Four feet said 'I'm coming with you' And trotted along behind Rudyard Kipling The Dog With eye upraised, his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man; The rich man's guardian, and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end. Anon pet on the net | links | trivia | screensaver