Boots by Petra Hernandez / Mamma


I am quite sure he thinks that I am God.
Since he is God on whom each one depends
For life, and all things that His bounty sends.
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends;
Not quick to mind, but quicker far than I
To Him whom God I know and own; his eye,
Deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod;
He is more patient underneath the rod
Than I, when God His wise corrections sends.

He looks love at me, deep as words e’er spake
And from me never crumb nor sup will take
But he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;
And when some crashing noise wakes all his fear,
He is content and quiet, if I am near,
Secure that my protection will prevail
So faithful, mindful, thankful trustful, he
Tells me what I unto my God should be.

George Washington Doanne


Thank you for being a good friend and
a great mom to 32 puppies,
2, June 2007
Petra Hernandez