THE POWER OF A BOUV |
by Pam Green |
"There's sorrow enough in the natural way," But the antidote is a Bouvier: A second-hand Bouv from the County Pound Is Love without limits, Joy without bound ! Brothers and Sisters, I urge you to care And give your heart to a shaggy "Bear "! Adopt a Bouv, and the life you save Will be your comrade, protector brave, Children's playmate and dearest friend, Constant in love and swift to defend. Sisters and Brothers, I urge you to share Your home and hearth with a shaggy "Bear." If you buy a pup from a puppy mill, Who breeds for profit or ego's thrill, You but give them a license to breed again And what will become of the next eight or ten ? Brothers and Sisters, a warning I sound : All too many will end in the Pound ! But give your home to a Bouv in need; Spay or neuter him, do not breed; Love him and honor him, make him obey : 'Till Death do you part, he's your Bouvier ! So if you've any affection to spare, Bestow it all on a shaggy "Bear" ! Br'er Kipling warned us -- he did not lie !-- All dogs are mortal and all shall die (As, Prince or peasant , your final lot Is to die and be buried in earth to rot.) And it's true enough that your heart will tear When you bid farewell to your shaggy "Bear". But the only way you can live without pain Is , for all emotion , have Vulcan distain: To live without sorrow , to live without bliss, To live without knowing a Bouvier's kiss. Sisters and Brothers, I urge this belief: The decade of joy's worth the long months of grief. "We've sorrow enough in the natural way," And life gets lonelier day by day; But adopt a Bouv, and the love you've spent He'll return with interest ten thousand percent ! For a sample of Heaven (before you are there), Just give your heart to a shaggy "Bear" ! |