The Good Best Dog
2004-2016
2004-2016
I got a call
while out of town, “We got a puppy, black and brown!”
I wasn’t thrilled,
to say the least. Puppies can be such little beast.
My house was
filled with growing boys, clothes strewn in rooms and scattered toys.
I did not
want puppy messes, but God is wise how He blesses.
When I came
home they held him up, a ball of fur that little pup.
A house of
boys and then one more, and this one pottied on the floor!
It wasn’t
long till he was trained, and my affection he had gained.
For chewed
up shoes he made a mends, and we became the best of friends.
He kept boys
safe as they grew up, to men-from boys, and dog-from pup.
And when the
grandkids came along, he became their guard, safe and strong.
Through
years he watched me do the chores, patiently sat outside closed doors.
Waiting for
me to lead the way, faithfully followed through each day.
He always
stayed where he could see, he and God kept an eye on me.
I took long
walks as he ran free, we’d rest beneath the big oak tree.
He heard my
prayers along the trail, I talk to God- he wagged his tail.
I’d throw
the ball, he ran so fast. I always thought his speed would last.
He seemed so
young the other day. When did his muzzel turn so grey?
That puppy
grew to be much more, than I could ever have asked for.
We buried
him in grassy hill, this rainy day, dark and still.
The best of
what a dog can be, was Harley every day to me.
