Posts for Tag: Dogs

The Heart of a Dog


What transpires within the heart of a dog,

 created for a purpose

 to love and adore his own Sun and Moon.

When that Sun, that Moon have left the sky?


This dog sees only clouds of late,

The Moon has left, the Sun obscured,

Yet he waits, in anticipation, for clouds to part.

Even a moment, is enough for now.


There are others who provide comfort,

The lady, who smells of love and cuddles,

The man who often frolics and plays.

Other dogs who help pass the time.


All very nice, all appreciated, all loved,

He is grateful.

But they are not his Sun and Moon.

So he waits and hopes.


Oft he hears a voice, a car, some sound,

the Sun, the Sun, it comes!

Sun fights hard against the darkness,

and often shines for only a moment.


Oh but this moment,

for the dog,

is bliss.

It lends more strength to wait.


It is his purpose you see,

To love the Sun, to love the Moon

The Moon has left but there is still hope for the Sun to return.

So he waits, will wait forever or death come.


He is loyal

He is patient

He holds out hope

He is dog.


Hope resides in the heart of the dog,

Love resides in the heart of the dog,

Acceptance resides in the heart of the dog,

He is grace, created for his Sun and his Moon.


“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.” ― Milan Kundera

“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”
Josh Billings

“A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. He taught me to appreciate the simple things-a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty.”
John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World's Worst Dog


“No matter how close we are to another person, few human relationships are as free from strife, disagreement, and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish - consciously or unconsciously - that we were as innocent as they are, and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness, the betrayals, and the cruelties of this world are unknown.”
Dean Koontz, A Big Little Life: A Memoir of a Joyful Dog



Dog and God......a truly awesome video.


Rest in peace Gunnar Goodheart Griego

Today (March 31st, 2013) around 5pm, Gunnar Griego, eater of bees, affectionately known as Gunny Roo Roo, Smeagol, the Wrymn, and lately The Old Man, passed from this life. He was almost 13 years old. He was the best of dogs.

 He passed in peace after spending some time with me, his person, and with one of his boys, and with hugs sent from afar from his other boy, and from his Dad. We played a little fetch, although he had to lay down and rest after only two throws, he had a little bit of chicken, although he really was not much hungry, and when the time came to go, he lay down upon the blanket and received more love from his person and his boy, we told him what a good boy he was, and how much we loved him, and how blessed we have been to have him in our lives. He closed his eyes and crossed over.

 Where To Bury A Dog

 There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a Vizsla named Gunnar, whose coat was a flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This Vizsla will be buried beneath a sage brush, in his back yard, where he loved to hunt for lizards.

 Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

 For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppy hood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.

 If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.

 People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

 Gunnar Griego you will forever be buried in our hearts....rest in peace my good boy.

 

Original by Ben Hur Lampman, edited for Gunnar Griego

 

 

Beautiful Gunnar

Beautiful Gunnar

 

 

Gunnar and Hektor

Gunnar and Hektor

 

 

In his prime

In his prime.

 

 

Eater of bees

Eater of bees

Dig Dig Dig Gunnar would dig on command

Dig! Dig! Dig! (Gunnar would dig on command)