A Dog`s Prayer
by Beth Norman Harris
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the
world is more grateful  for kindness than the loving heart of
me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick
your hand between the blows, your patience and
understanding will more quickly teach me the things you
would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world`s sweetest
music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail
when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to the bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the privilage of sitting at your
feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would
rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the
safest pillow in the warmest home in all the land.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer
thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and
play and to do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand
ready, willing and, able to protect you with my life should
your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to
deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from
you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands
grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest----- and I will
leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was
ever safest in your hands.