I don't know where my owner went. Can you please help
me find him, Sir?
He is kinda tall has real short hair and has
camouflage colored fur.
I haven't seen him in three months or so. I remember
him telling me bye.
He told me to take care of his family, and then he
hugged me and said, “Love you big guy”.
He told me to protect them with my life, that's why I
am here with them at the park.
I stand watch and guard them daily from things that go
bump in the dark.
Loyalty is my main attribute. I will be his dog until
I die.
My owner adopted me when he was fifteen years old.
Nothing could keep us apart.
Then he started talking about something called the
military, that thing called boot camp broke my heart.
He came home for just a visit, when his boot camp was
done.
He spoiled me rotten for a couple weeks. Best time we
ever had, man that was so much fun!
Next thing I knew he had to leave again. There went
all of my joy.
But I must be strong I am here to protect his pretty
wife and cute baby boy.
Don't try to come near either one of them. My jaws are
real strong and I bite.
Don't think I don’t love my owner’s family, for them I
would give up my life.
I guess that's what is ironic, to give your life for
something you love.
That's what they say my owner is doing. Please watch
over him, God above!
Everyone is acting strange today. Before we left his
wife was decorating the house.
Friends and family had just come over; whispers were
coming out of their mouth.
I even heard my owner’s name, that kinda made me sad.
It made me think how much I love him and all the good
times we had!
Well I really must be going. It was nice talking to
you,
Back to the house where my family lives and a Persian
cat named Ramsey too.
Almost to the driveway, this part hurts so much.
My owner would sit on the front porch with me. He
always had the gentlest touch.
Sometimes I imagine I see him sitting on that top
step.
I pray for him to come home soon, that would be the
best prayer answered yet.
Strangely I smell his scent strongly today with all
these people around.
I would know his smell anywhere; I must be part
Bloodhound!
As I bust into the living room, someone is in his
favorite chair.
Nobody sits in my owner’s seat ever, I am gonna drag
him out of there.
Good thing the back is towards the door. I can sneak
up and make my attack.
Nobody sits in his chair; I will chew you up like a
pupperoni doggie snack!
I turn the corner and slide on the rug. Look up and
what do I see??
Oh my gosh, that's my owner, looking down at me!!!!
I jump up and straight into his arms with all four
legs wrapped tight.
This is my owner I cry about in the middle of those
long nights.
Thank you God for answering my prayers and keeping him
safe from all harm.
Now that you are back here safe and sound, I am NEVER
going to leave your strong arms!
(Jerry Wayne Baldwin;
from “This K-9 of Mine”;
Author’s note:
“Dedicated to all
military personnel past or present on two legs or four! Thank you for your
service!”)
*****
The book
“This K-9 of Mine: Poetic short stories from a dog's point of view, plus a few
from the owner's vantage point, too.” is available as Kindle version here.
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