A Dog’s Prayer

 

Author unknown

 

Bless the house I live in, Lord,

the one that I call home,

the people here who really care

a family all my own.

 

Bless the little children

who snuggle me to sleep,

their gentle eyes so sweet and wise

that laugh and sometimes weep.

 

Bless the mistress of this home,

a wife and loving mother-

she always bring me doggie bags-

to me, there is no other

 

Bless the master, good and kind,

he calls me his best friend.

But, Oh, the names they give us, Lord!

“Killer?” “Boom Boom?” “Ben?”

 

No one will ever know

how I stopped to catch my breath

the day they saw me at the pound,

as I faced certain death

 

I love my little family.

They’re all the world to me.

You’d have to be a dog to know

how lucky I am.

 

A faithful dog will play with you

and laugh with you- or cry-

He’ll gladly starve to stay with you

and never reason why.

 

And when you’re feeling out of sorts,

somehow he’ll understand.

He’ll watch you with those shining eyes.

and try to lick your hand.

 

His blind, implicit faith in you

is matched only by his love-

the kind that all of us should have

in the spirit up above

 

When everything is said and done,

it isn’t really odd

because when you spell ‘dog’ backwards,

you find the name God.