Poem Dudley

He was my good friend,
More than sixty four years.
When he reached life’s end
I and many shed tears.
We grew up in this town.
Together, we had so much fun.
He was always up, never down.
To the basketball courts, we’d run.
He was a Bulldog, I knew.
Never even wavering at all.
He was a good man, it’s true.
And now he’s answered God’s call.
Sheila was the love of his life.
Patrick and Patrice were joys, so pure.
Dear Lord, protect them from strife.
Dudley, we’ll all miss you for sure.


The Bullai Lama

Quotes Dalai Lama:

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not die, so do other creatures.

Poem I was dropped from Heaven above

I am a bulldog, and I have a long tongue.
I’m full of wrinkles, but yet so young.
I’ve got a smushed face and my teeth stick out–
What is there not to love about my snout?
I have short, stubby legs and big, round feet.
One of my favorite things to do is eat!
And when I’m not eating, I fall onto my bed,
And that is where I lay my oversized head.
People call me lazy, but I need my beauty rest,
For many say I am ugly at best.
I make funny noises and I stink real bad,
But my disposition is sweet, I never get mad.
So once you get to know me, you’re sure to fall in love,
For I was most certainly dropped from Heaven above.
(on my face)

Author: Tanis Sutton Hackmeyer