Bulldog Poems!

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. - Unknown


WHY DO WE LOVE OUR BULLYDOGS SO?
(OPUS 2) By Dan Atcheson (April 18, 2000)

Why do we love our bullydogs so?
It seems very strange to so many, you know.
They maze at the wrinkled up face that seems "smashed."
They whiff doggie odors and gas that's been passed.
If some folks were honest, they'd shout out: "Alas!
You're telling me truly, for this you paid cash?!"
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
Some call us weird and deranged "so-and-so's."
With stark frozen fear, they gaze at the teeth,
the massive broad shoulders and little fat feet.
They gasp at the sight of the jowls and then shriek:
"Someone please save me! Just throw him some meat!"
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
They say we're obsessive fanatics, you know.
An accurate statement, but "Foul !" I protest.
You don't understand why a bulldog's the best!
It's hard to explain; to that I'll confess.
But sit down and listen, to what I profess.
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
And why does our love continue to grow?
I can't speak for all, but I'll say what I know.
To me it is simple, and easy to show:
From the short stumpy tail to the wrinkled-up nose,
they're sensitive children, just dressed in dog's clothes.






DO DOGS GO TO HEAVEN?
(Opus 4)By Dan Atcheson (5/2/00)

My little bully passed away, no more to breathe a sound.
I held him for the last time, then entombed him in the ground.
Day and night I wept so much, in tears I thought I'd drown.
I searched my soul for comfort, but no peace therein was found.
In great despair, I hit my knees and then began to pray.
"Father will I ever see, my dog again someday?"
I raised my eyes and saw an angel standing near a gate.
I sensed an inner peace I'd never felt before that day.
The angel smiled and said to me, "Oh man of little faith!
God sees every bird that falls; He knows your bully's fate.
I have met your little dog, I saw him pass my way.
Your precious dog is still alive; he just walked through this gate.
Paradise is lovelier than you can comprehend.
No pain or grief, no tears or fears, and life will have no end.
God gave to man His only Son, to cover all his sins.
So why would God withhold from you, your pure and loving friend?"
The angel took me by the hand and said, "Now come with me.
A glimpse of paradise I'll give, to you so you can see."
Through the gate and o'er the Rainbow Bridge we did proceed.
Through green valleys filled with flowers, rolling hills and trees.
"Wow, so this is paradise!" The place was filled with joy.
I saw my bully playing there, with dogs and cats and toys.
He also had some doggie treats, and food that he enjoyed.
He'd made a lot of new friends there, including girls and boys.
Then I saw a child come near, and hug my little mate.
She said to him, "I love you so," and kissed him on the face.
The angel said, "The child just crossed the Rainbow Bridge today.
Now she needs a little friend, to love and help her play.
God's love for her would be enough, in that make no mistake.
But in His love, He knew full well, the child would want a mate.
This is why God called your dog unto this splendid place.
God's entrusted her with him, 'til you pass through the gate."
I pleaded, "May I hug them both?!" The angel answered, "No!
You'd violate a sacred site, and now it's time to go."
He led me back across the Bridge and through the gate to home.
He left me there with new-found hope and peace within my soul.
If someone ever asks what happens to a dog that dies,
Just give a gentle smile of joy and look them in the eye.
Take their hand and comfort them and tell them not to cry.
For dogs don't die, they simply cross a bridge to paradise.

Your bully friends,
Dan and Baby (Punkin Poops)
Our Mail: woodsculptor@home.com
Our Website: http://bullbaby.com
Baby's Webcam: http://bullybaby.com/Webcam/webcam.htm


The Fine Print:
The original RainbowBridge image is copyrighted byGinny (FiFicat) Brancato - it has since been modified.
Both poems are copyright 2000 by Dan Atcheson.

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