Tierische Weihnacht

Hoch am Himmel,

reitet das Christkind auf einem Schimmel.

Bringt mir süßem Fratz,

einen riesigen Schatz.

 

Hundekuchen, Leckerlis alles was das Herz begehrt,

wird mir heute beschert.

Reite Christkind, reite auch in die Welt hinaus,

kehre ein in jedes Hundehaus.

 

Sie warten doch schon auf dich,

deck allen Tieren heute den Tisch.

Ein Jeder freut sich über eine Kleinigkeit,

die Näpfe stehen schon bereit.

 

Hoch am Himmel,

reitet das Christkind auf einem Schimmel.

Es hat uns Tiere nicht vergessen,

nur mancher Mensch ist so vermessen.

 

Es ist doch so einfach, es ihm gleich zu machen,

unsere unbändige Lebensfreude bringt eure

Herzen zum lachen

uns auch zu lieben und zu schätzen,

nicht uns "aus" zu setzen.

 

Liebe, Treue werden wir euch schenken,

ihr müsst nur liebevoll uns gedenken!

 

(Rosie Taubmann)

Whispers of your voice

While you could not speak the words,

I could hear the whispers of your voice.

Telling me it was time to go,

to celebrate your life and rejoice.

 

You decided it was time to go and

find your resting ground.

You lay down your tired head and

went without a sound.

 

In my heart I know you loved me,

as much as I loved you.

I pray you've found the peace,

that's helped to see me through.

 

I thank you for all the joy in my life and

the smiles you've brought to me.

May God guide you on your journey and

may your spirit always run free.

 

(Author unknown)

Forget me not

Forget me not, for we must say goodbye.

Keep me in your heart, and I will never die.

The long road ahead may seem very tough,

But sure, happy memories are more than enough.

Spread my ashes through soul and mind.

For my spirit will live on in hearts of those I find.

Do not stand beside me and fully weep.

Even though the loss may feel very deep.

Take comfort in knowing that I loved you,

A love we shared, a love that grew.

So do not forget me, our love has no end.

I’m glad we met, my one true friend.

 

(Author unknown)

... es weihnachtet schon

Ich geh' mit Herrchen durch die Strassen,

es weihnachtet schon überall.

Lichter glänzen auch in unserem Garten,

sicherlich kein Einzelfall.

In den Fenstern leuchten Sterne,

Weihnachtsengel schau'n uns an,

Kerzenschimmer hat Frauchen auch sehr gerne,

denn das erfreut den Weihnachtsmann.

 

Für mich zählt Weihnachten nur das eine,

ob Fleischwurst auch an Bäumen wachsen kann.

Der Weihnachtsbaum ist dann der MEINE,

da lass' ich keinen and'ren ran!

 

Fröhliche Weihnachten euch allen,

haltet euch krabbelig und gesund.

Das neue Jahr soll euch gefallen,

das gilt für die Menschen und auch den Hund.

 

(Autor unbekannt)

You're in my thoughts again today

You're in my thoughts again today

As you so often are

And I can't help but wish sometimes

That you were not quite so far

But life has it's place for us both

And though we are far apart

You're never really further than

Right here inside my heart

 

(Author unknown)

I'll just wait in Heaven

I'll just wait in Heaven

Til we meet again

I know you miss me

Just remember I am free

From pain and sorrow

God's love fills each tomorrow

My love's in your heart

We'll never be apart

Cherish the love we share

Remember how much I care

Someday we'll be together

Because love lives forever

So I'll just wait in heaven

Til we meet again

 

(Author unknown)

Good-bye

I know my time has ended

Its time for me to leave

I want you all to know

You mean so much to me

 

Why I had to go

Was a mystery to me

All I heard was God

Saying “Please come home to me”

 

So I left my friends and family

I didn’t say goodbye

All I got to see

Were the tears in their eyes

 

But as I saw them crying

I asked them not to grieve

Knowing how much we care

That our love will never cease

 

You can look up at the sky

And look over to the sea

When you feel that gentle breeze

You always think of me

 

When your time comes

To join me up above

We will be reunited

And still, we’ll have our love

 

(Author unknown)

Das Hundeweihnachten

Draus von Walstedde komm ich her,

und ich muss euch sagen,

es weihnachtet mal wieder sehr.

Woran kann man das erkennen?

Ganz einfach: die Menschen rennen.

Wohin, woher, ich weiß es nicht,

in den Gärten leuchtet auch so manches Licht.

Frauchen in der Küche steht,

ein leckerer Duft durchs Hause weht.

Die Kinder basteln und singen Lieder,

und das immer wieder.

Tannenbäume werden geschlagen,

und dann nach Hause getragen.

Geschenke gibt es groß und klein,

auch dieses Jahr soll es nur das beste sein.

 

Ganz anders sieht man es als Hund,

Hektik ist doch ungesund.

Ob Plätzchenduft und Lichterschein,

Hauptsache, ich bin nicht allein.

Mit wenig bin ich schon zufrieden,

wichtig ist, dass Herrchen und Frauchen mich lieben.

 

Ich habe es ganz gut getroffen,

mein Herrchen ist fast nie besoffen.

Klar, er schimpft schon mal,

doch das ist mir wurschtegal.

"Barny, lass das", sagt er dann,

und regt sich fürchterlich auf,

vor allem, wenn ich mit Lördchen rauf'.

Wenn Frauchen böse ist, so hilft ein Trick,

und das ist mein treuer Barny-Blick.

Weihnachten geht es mir noch viel besser, nicht wahr?

Denn dann ist die ganze Familie für mich da.

 

(Gina Bausemer)

'Twas the night before Christmas (4) (The Day After Christmas?) (or: Christmas puppy) (or: Twas the night before Christmas ... rescue version)

'Twas the night before Christmas

I've found many canine versions of this Holiday classic – here one of the variants.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in the beds,

With no thought of the dog filling their heads.

And mama with her ‘kerchief and I in my cap,

Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that. 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.

'Twas the night before Christmas (3)

'Twas the night before Christmas

I've found many canine versions of this Holiday classic – here one of the variants.

 

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It was about time for Christmas, and all through the house

A creature was stirring, but it wasn't a mouse.

I knew right away it was my wife's little pup,

She thought we were sleeping, and so she was up.

The dog was a gift it was coercion, really,

A woman can pout, 'til a man gets downright silly.

And now the wife was snoozing she was really sacked out

She wouldn't have awoke from less than a shout.

Yes, her in her nightgown, I in my BVDs,

We had finally settled down to catch some Zs.

When off in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,

I rolled from the bed to see what was the matter.

Dog's night before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas

I've found many canine versions of this Holiday classic – here one of the variants. 

 

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

My dogs were nestled, all snug in "MY" bed,

While visions of chewie toys danced in their heads.

 

I in my sweat pants and Dad in his sweater,

Had just settled down to read the Great Dog Reporter,

When up on the roof there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter!

 

Off to the window I flew in a flash,

Tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.

The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow

Gave a luster of midday to the objects below.

 

And what to my wondering eyes did appear

but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver so lively and quick

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

'Twas the night before Christmas (2)

'Twas the night before Christmas

I've found many canine versions of this Holiday classic – here one of the variants. 

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'Twas the night before Christmas and the kennels were still,

With most dogs now asleep having eaten their fill.

The Labradors sprawled out, quite snug in their beds,

While visions of ANYTHING edible danced in their heads.

And the Goldens and Shepherds curled up on the floor,

Some twitched in their sleep and some even did snore.

The dog food was stacked in the feed room with care,

In hopes that a trainer soon would be there.

 

On the window ledge, one of the kennel cats lay,

Surveying the lawn at the end of this day.

Something was different, that little cat knew.

Tonight something would happen, it had to be true.

For that day as the workers had left to go home,

They'd wished Merry Christmas! before starting to roam.

The dogs had noticed it to during this past week's walks,

The trainers seemed just that much happier and eager to talk.

'Twas the night before Christmas (1)

Twas the night before Christmas
I've found many canine versions of this Holiday classic – here one of the variants.

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And all through the crates

Not a Dalmatian was stirring

Not even for bait.

The puppies were nestled

All snug in their beds

While visions of biscuits

Danced in their heads

 

The stockings were hung

By the fireplace of stone

In hopes they'd be filled

With rawhide and bones

 

Ma in her nightshirt

And I in my robe

Had just settled down

By the ol' woodstove

A Christmas poem

Oh you better watch out,

You better not growl,

You better not bark,

You better not howl,

Santa Claws is coming to town ...

 

He knows when you are staying,

He knows when 'ur on a down,

He knows where you've been pissin'

So you better be a very good hound,

 

Oh you better be quiet,

You better not beg,

You better not bite,

Or hump a strange leg,

Santa Claws is coming to town ...

 

He know if you're butt sniffin",

He knows what you've chewed up,

He knows if you've been eatin' turds,

So you better be a pretty good pup,

 

He's makin a list,

Checkin it twice,

He wants know why,

We have so many mice,

Santa Claws is coming to town ...

 

Oh you bettern not chase,

You better not shed,

You better not whine,

And stay out of my bed,

Santa Claws is coming to town ...

 

HO HO HO

 

(Maximillion Chewbacha Meagher, 1996)

Es weihnachtet sehr …

Morgen kommt der Weihnachtsmann,

kommt mit seinen Gaben.

Zwölf Pfund Gulasch, unverpackt,

dicken Knochen, der fein knackt,

Hot Dogs und kein Teletakt,

möcht' ich gerne haben!

 

Morgen kommt der Weihnachtsmann,

kommt mit seinen Gaben.

Langen Ausflug übers Land,

Grosseinkauf am Würstchenstand;

Freiheit und kein Stachelband,

möcht' ich gerne haben!

 

Morgen kommt der Weihnachtsmann,

kommt mit seinen Gaben.

Süsse Plätzchen und Makron',

Urlaub ohne Tierpension,

von der Senta einen Sohn,

möcht' ich gerne haben!

 

(Autor  unbekannt)