~~~~Dog~~~~
The Dog was bred and trained for fighting; given to me . . . .in a time of war; loyal to me . . . .to any degree - we fought. . . . and traveled. . . .afar: Through jungles and swamps, over mountains we tromped till the fighting was over and done. I trusted my life. . .in peril and strife; my love . . .in the end. . . he had won! When they told me the news. . . that he could be mine, to keep him - my heart jumped for joy! My wife was now pregnant - a joy all it's own; our first . . . . .I hoped. . . . . .was a boy. My wife had our baby, but it was so sad- through labor in childbirth she died. The baby was saved, and all through the night- Dog . . . . and I . . . . .both cried. I moved to the mountains - a cabin for three: just the baby, Dog, and me. Dog like a guardian quickly became, The best . . . .I ever. . . . did see- No matter what happened, in trouble or strain, Dog . . . . always acted. . . The same. He guarded the baby - as it were his own; like a Mother. . . Dog. . . . became. But one day while hunting, far out in the woods- I realized. . . . . .the time I'd forgot; neglected to remember, the baby and Dog- for hours . . . .food . . . .they had not. I came home astonished. . . . .the stillness was strange, the place. . . . was a terrible. . . . .wreck! Dog on the porch , raised his leg, and I saw!- blood . . . . .on his paws . . . .and neck. Searching and Screaming!. . . . . I ran all about as I looked for the baby, in vain- Blinded by fear, I could only see Dog the blood . . . . hot rage. . . and pain! Then rushing inside quickly - over the mantle the shotgun. . . .loaded. . . I found; dashed back to the porch in wild frenzy of thought; I needed. . . . just one . . . . single round!!!! Dog with sad doleful eyes, sat so still, He patiently awaited the un-wavering Kill! Then as I squeezed. . . . and fired the shot- his love . . . and loyalty . . .I forgot. The trigger was pulled and I couldn't have stopped- far too late was my desperate. . . try; while hearing the shot, in echo I caught: A tiny . . . . Baby's . . . .cry---??? I rushed to the bedroom, flung open the door- most certain the sound came from there! And found my young son. . . in the dresser drawer; un-harmed. . . . was every. . . . .hair. I grabbed up my Son! . . . and bolted back where - in a pool. . .on the porch. . . . there Dog lay. Obedient he'd been, to the very end- in death . . . . to my . . . . . dismay. The blood left a trail from his neck and paw t'ward the end of the porch. . . . .then I saw ! The blood had come from wolves, he'd fought! They wounded . . . his neck . . . and paw. My heart nearly BURST!. . . . .My tears flowed like rain; in pain. . . . .I analyzed. . . . . each track; Dog hid my son, before the battle he fought, then KILLED . . . the whole . . . .wolf pack!!!!! My Son's now grown. . . and he does own: a dog whose breed's the same, but none Loved more. . . . than saved my son; Dog' . . . . .was his only. . . . name! Original Poem by Ron Baron
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