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Here's the happy ending story of Harley:
Hi TLC, We got Harley the Boxer from you in January '06 as a companion for my disabled Son; for my wife when I am not at home; and for me, when I am at home. What a joy She is and what a great breed Boxers are! Thanks for doing what you do to bring love to the lives of God's creatures both human and of the animal kingdom. I could not help but try to express our feelings in the little poem below. Thanks, Glenn Pondenis My Boxer My Friend A worried look and a wrinkled brow Fearing that I might forget somehow To reach for her with an open hand Fill her dish with her favorite brand Or put cool, fresh water in her pan. Not a chance my floppy-eared Boxer friend. For soon there are chores together we�ll tend. We�ll walk through the woods to the edge of the stream Where I�ll sit on a stump and take time to dream. And I�ll admire her there, her form, her grace Chasing after squirrels like she owns the place. Sniffing and snorting, searching all around, In her frustration, pawing at the ground Eventually she�ll give up the chase. I'll try not to laugh at her funny face. Only God could make two ears so soft, a coat so fine And give her two big round eyes for her love to shine. Only God could make a dog so smart And give her such a loyal heart. She doesn't ask for much, a place to lay, a bite to eat I see the worship in her eyes when she curls 'round my feet. A bundle of friendship lying there When I�m worn out -- in my easy chair When the day is done and shadows are long, When the whole darned world seems to have gone wrong, And I start to feel like I don�t belong, With loving eyes and a lick of my hand, She lets me know�she understands. Oh, that worried look, that wrinkled brow Fearing that I forgot somehow- How could I not drag myself up again? Come along with me my faithful friend. I'll fill your dish with your favorite brand And put cool, fresh water in your pan. ----Glenn Pondenis ![]() ![]() ![]() |