A Difference of Opinion....
Author: Hilary Mahoney
I met a beagle the other day, and as he passed I heard him say
"I pity you Pug with nose so short that instead of bark you can only snort, and instead of legs that could run all day, yours get tired from a few minutes play.
And instead of a stern you could hold so proud, your poor little tail can only go round! And instead of a coat with bright colours many, yours is a coay of hardly any. And instead of a master strong and young, your crippled old mistress is 81" !
"Ah! but Beagle " I quickly replied, "I may be ugly to your young eyes, but instead of a kennel I sleep on a bed. I live in a house and not a shed.
And yes, you can run much faster than me, and your nose can smell farther than my eyes can see! Yes your master's much younger than mine, in fact my mistress is 89 !
But to her I am everything - a friend, a companion, inspiration and king. I eat prime steak - not meat from a tin. You may think I am fat, yet I think you're thin!
Oh! fine beagle, you have plenty to learn, for your kind of life I would never yearn. One day you will see that we are both dogs, made to please by people's own God."
The Day Before Christmas
It's the day before Christmas, and all through the house
The puggies are squeaking an old rubber mouse.
The wreath which had merrily hung on the door Is scattered in pieces all over the floor.
The stockings that hung in a neat little row, Now boast a hole in each one of the toes.
The tree was subjected to bright-eyed whims, And now, although splendid, it's missing some limbs.
I catch them and hold them, be good I insist. They lick me, then run off to see what they've missed.
And now as I watch them, the thought comes to me, That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be.
Should Children and Puggies yet show us the way, And teach us the joy that should come with this day?
Could they bring the message that's written above,
And tell us that, most of all, Christmas is love!
- Author Unknown