I was standing on a Hillside In a field of blowing wheat and the spirit of a Doberman Was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes An ancient wisdom shining through And in the essence of his being I saw love there too.
His mind did lock upon my heart As I stood there on that day And he told me of this story About a place so far away I stood upon that Hillside In a field of blowing wheat And in a twinkling of a second His spirit left my feet.
His tale did put my heart at ease My fears did fade away About what lay ahead of me On another distant day.
"I live among God's creatures now In the heavens of your mind So do not grieve for me, my friend As I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue My leash a shooting star My boundaries are the Milky Way Where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here For I am not confined But free to roam God's heavens Among the Dobie kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud Gentle breezes rocking me And dream the dreams of earthlings And how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats And tennis balls abound And milkbones line the walkways Just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up The grass all lush and green Where even Rescue Dobermans Become the Best of Breed.
For we're all winners in this place We have no faults, you see And god passes out those ribbons To each one, even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold My world a beauty to behold And wise old dogs do form my pride To amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in an angel's arms Her wings protecting me And moonbeams dance about us As stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent And you stand at Heaven's gate Have no fear of loneliness For here, you know I wait."
--Unknown Author
DOG'S PRAYER!
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the worls sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wett, please take me inside...for i am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter climents....and i ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feeet beside the hearth....though had you no home, i would rather follow you through ice and snow that rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land...for you are MY GOD... and i am you devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although i should not reproach you were it dry, i cannot tell you when i suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that i may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding,to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE, SHOULD YOUR LIFE BE IN DANGER.
And, beloved master, should the great master see fit to deprive me of my hearth or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest....and i will leave you knowing with the last breath i drew, MY FATE WAS EVER SAFEST IN YOUR HANDS!
--Beth Norman Harris
