The Last Walk in the Yard
by Greg DaValt
Winter is over, it's spring now.
The snow is melting and the grass is turning green.
The Sandhills say hi, so do the Margaret-birds
The willow tree
Kiggan says "woof"
"This is my couch"
The yard mall
Bath time, it must be show time
Jump up on the grooming table
Sleeping in the hay
Excuse me, my couch
The bloody tail that
never quit wagging.
I smell skunk
Champion: wearing the title with strong, quiet pride and dignity
Not one gray hair
Blizzard, my new little friend:
Pile your toys on me
Play with my tail
Pull on my ears
Jump on me, around me, over me
"move over, this is my couch."
Never a mean bone
The music room
"Woof" it's dinner time
"Woof" I'm thirsty
"Woof" let's go for a walk
"Woof" time to go in
Sleeping on the floor, next to Asti, she feels safe
This is my home and family
The Lion King
Never gave up
It's time to rest
Can't let go
friend. You're the lion king now. As this yard was passed to
me, I now pass it to you. The yard is yours...no matter what Fire
||Keep an eye on Kiggan
and thank you for the use of your couch. Be tolerant of your
kids. They do listen to you. Through them your generations
will never end, and you will always live on. You have, and will
continue to bring much joy and happiness to many humans and their
Never give up. The squeakiest wheel gets the oil.
||Take care of mom, and
remember that a real champion is not a title, it is what you are,
inside. It doesn't need to be defended.
|Ember and Ice
||You're good kids.
There is no greater title than mother. Listen to your mom. May
you both have long endless summer days in the yard playing with your kids.
||You're on your
way. Kid champion, best puppy in show, ribbons, titles, bright
lights and glamour. In all this, take the time at the end of the day
to hug mom and never forget, the greatest joy is loving and being
loved. Teach that to your kids.
||What can I say to you my
little friend? Learn from me what you have taught me. You will
never grow too old to be a puppy. Some day the yard will be yours,
but be patient. Don't be in a hurry to grow up. In this yard,
dogs are never forgotten. When you're out here laying in the summer
sun a quiet fall night, a soft warm spring rain, or a still winter's
morning. Listen to our whispers. Listen and learn.
||I love you.
||It's time. Goodbye.