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| DEDICATED TO THE LOVING MEMORY OF OUR "PR" GUTIERREZ' KADO JR. (a.k.a. Cujo) (THE GREATEST DOG I HAVE EVER OWNED) |
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A Bulldog Thinks of Death"An Old Pit Bull dog Thinks of Death" When they ask you, if I died well, Tell them then, the Bulldog's tale; A tale of courage, dogs bred bold, A tale of my kind, centuries old. My blood comes from ancient age; Was valued more than kings or sage, Sires and dams of courage rare- Who took on all who thought to dare. In my blood flows images of ancient kin, Of silent stone circles, of small dark men, I see a savage beast in the flickering light, that those before me stood there to fight. Rough British bulls go through my sleep, I hold them fast with courage deep; I hold them fast for my master's blow, With pride I hold their noses low. Before that even, we held the boar, From those rough dogs comes my core. We've hunted, guarded, protected and fought- We've done whatever man has taught. So never think I would forsaken these things, When soon my spirit takes to wings. And when they ask you how I died, Say "As a Bulldog- with courage and pride." ~Author Unknown |