Loving Grey Thoughts.
Do you think they know when I kiss them that:
They are treasured.
That I cry for all the other Greyhounds who will never be kissed.
That I do not care that they just ate something other than a breath mint.
That their racing wins never mattered to me.
That I never cared about a beautiful lawn.
That the shoes are replaceable.
That I absolutely, positively, worship the ground that all 16 of their paws walk on.
That they are loved so much more than as a pet, but more like a friend, a confidant, a child.
I wonder if they know this when I kiss them.
Author Unknown
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I Love You Too
By: Taylor Watson
The unwanted want to be wanted.
the unloved want to be loved.
When they are wanted and loved, you will love them,
and they will love you too.
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I'm a big star**
I do not know beyond these gates of screaming people and sounds
They do not know how much inside I wish I could be found.
I want to know what I've done when I do not get to the end.
All I really want in life is someone to be my friend.
This endless circle is so symbolic of how I live each day
I run and run but always end up in the same way.
They use my talent and say it was THEIRS every time I go
But never let me get up and stand so I can actually show.
If knew how hard it was to win every lagging race
Then you would feel bad when I was hit in the face.
I at the Goal line with my competitors just one more leap
But then I feel my heart begin to weep.
I'm in last place I lost again what will I do can I run?
I don't understand why they are so mad this isn't so much fun.
I hope I can go no away from the blows but they are not aware
I am saying and promising I'll do better next time I'll beat them swear!
The man doesn't listen but why would he bother
Because I'm not a winner just like my father.
So we get loaded up with me very sore
And I wish I could have ran a little more.
And why do I wish I could do good for this man?
Well he is the one who's my number one fan.
He is disappointed on how much money I lost
But now we head home at any cost.
When I'm home in my tiny cage it starts over again
I just wait to run all over for these rude, selfish men.
But when I enter my new racing pen
He never comes back again.
What he doesn't know is my best desire
My most surprise I can retire!
An now I run with my friends and family
But I never forget what the evil man did to me.
*~Alexis Vizza~*
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Voice of the Voiceless
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1850-1919
So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.
I am the voice of the voiceless:
Through me, the dumb shall speak;
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage and from kennel,
From jungle, and stall, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail
For love is the true religion,
And love is the law sublime;
And all is wrought, where love is not
Will die at the touch of time.
Oh shame on the mothers of mortals
Who have not stopped to teach
Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes,
The sorrow that has no speech.
The same Power formed the sparrow
That fashioned man-the King;
The God of the whole gave a living soul
To furred and to feathered thing.
And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight;
And speak the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
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A Dog's Soul
Every dog must have a soul, somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances are buried with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad, the wrong way from the right,
And where his judgment carefully is hidden from our sight.
A dog must have a secret place, where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that he trusts in and confides.
And when accused unjustly for himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul, the comfort he must seek.
He'll love, tho'he is unloved, and he'll serve tho'badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away the times when he's abused.
Altho' his heart may break in two, his love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog an understanding Soul!
Author Unknown
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THE SPIRIT OF A GREYHOUND
I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a Greyhound
Was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes,
Ancient wisdom shining through.
In the essence of his being,
I saw the 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.
As I stood upon that hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
In a twinkling of a second
His spirit left my feet.
His tale did put my heart at ease,
All 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 is 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 I'm free to roam God's heavens
Among the Greyhound 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;
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes 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 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".
---author unknown
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"A Greyhound's Prayer"
As I go to sleep this night, in a home, warm and safe,
I give thanks for my new bed,
made not of steel or so small I bump and hit my head,
and As I go to sleep this night dreams of freedom are no longer dreams,
I give thanks for the right to run the way I want - just for fun!
and As I go to sleep this night the roars of crowds now fading
I give thanks for the new sounds I hear love and laughter, which I do not fear,
and As I go to sleep this night, with memories of muzzles hurting,
I give thanks for tenderness, my owners touch and gentleness
and As I go to sleep this night,
I hope to find a way to ask all people with loving hearts
to give more homes and fresh new starts
and make a greyhound's day.
~~~author unknown
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Ahhh, the Potato
By: Taylor Watson
Before the retired Greyhound,
there was the potato wedge.
After the potato wedge,
came the potato.
