by Beth Norman Harris



By Beth Norman Harris

Treat me kindly my beloved master for no heart in all the world is more

grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick for 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

footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet please take me inside for I am now a

domesticated animal no longer used to bitter elements.

And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your

feet beside the hearth.

Though had you no home I would rather follow you through ice and

snow than rest upon 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 for 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 drew my fate was ever safest in your hands.

The Dog's Prayer was Sent in by

Shaun Bresnahan,

from Hill New Hampshire

Thank You!

Beth Norman Harris