A Dog's Prayer
Treat me kindly , my beloved master.
For no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness then mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
even 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 world's sweetest music.
As you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear
When its cold and wet , please take me inside.
For I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to the bitter elements .....
and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of setting at your feet beside the hearth.
If you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow
than rest on the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land.
For you are my god ...and I am your devoted worshiper
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, 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 health 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 draw,
my fate was ever safest in your hands.
....Beth Norman Harris...
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