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Christmas poems about unwanted dogs?

Fur and Fiction asked:

Hey guys, I know there are a bunch of Christmas poems written about dogs being passed around and was wondering if anyone could give me links to a few of them? I need four good ones for a Christmas present I am preparing for my family. The focus should be about unwanted dogs or dogs in shelters! Pit mixes a plus!

Thanks in advance!
Awesome, Razzle! Do you know who wrote that? Is there any author listed?

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  1. on 29 Dec 2008 at 10:51 pmRazzle

    Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
    The stockings where hung by the chimney with care
    In the hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there

    But at the North Pole sudden changes arose
    All down to Rudolph and his ruby red nose
    Clipboard in hand, a breed expert arrived
    He motioned to Santa saying,” please step aside”.

    A smooth haired coat and a muscular build
    A broad deep chest our Rudolph did yield
    The breed expert’s pen, created pages of ticks
    Then he suddenly called out “good lord, we’ve been tricked!”

    “This creatures no donkey and clearly no horse!
    I know these things! I’ve attended the course!”
    Look at my clipboard the boxes are full!
    It’s very obvious to me: Rudolph is a pit bull!

    Out with the measuring sticks, he explained to Santa the law
    And he measured poor Rudolph from shoulder to floor.
    As the spectacle continued Santa said with a sigh
    He’s a reindeer you fool! Why must he die?

    “The law is the law” the expert said standing tall,
    Then picked up his mobile and made a quick call
    The sound of sirens filled the peaceful night air
    and Rudolph removed …to who knew where?

    Days turned too weeks and confused and alone
    Rudolph pined, for the place he called home
    As the first snow started falling Rudolph gave up the fight
    And he took his last breath on a cold winters night

    You may think this is funny, if a little untrue.
    But how would you like it, if it happened to you?
    If your dog was taken because of its look?
    Because it ticked enough boxes in some silly book?

    Regardless of parentage it doesn’t matter what breed
    If it ticks enough boxes then it’s a done deed
    So humour me here and pretend this is true
    Think how you would feel if it happened to you.

    Cuddle your hounds while you have them close by
    For some spend this Christmas, waiting to die.
    Now back to the story, it doesn’t end there
    One more short verse I need to share

    Santa fetched Rudolph’s body and cried for his friend
    And swore to himself, this would not be the end
    And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
    “The law is wrong, please help us to fight!”

  2. on 30 Dec 2008 at 4:44 pmMargastar

    It’s so sad! I typed in “christmas poems for unwanted dogs” and Googled and all these sites came up. So I went through them and I just wanted to cry, the poetry just hits the spot. Have your tissues handy.

  3. on 31 Dec 2008 at 5:22 am*HP* ROX!!!

    OMG! to Razzle, that is sooooooooooooooooooo sad! where did you find that? it is sad! sad to say its true though people sometimes kill dogs just because they dont like them or just because the dog peed on their carpet or sumtin (i once knew someone who sent their new dog to the pund because it “didnt match the carpet” I about died when i heard!!!) but im happy to say that my family ad i saved a dog (we adopted her from the pound) so Merry Christmas to all the dog lovers out there!

  4. on 31 Dec 2008 at 10:06 amkimi

    that’s such a sad poem! its so true though. HP ROX thank you for rescuing a dog that didn’t deserve to be sent to the pound. all dogs are good dogs no matter their color,size or personality. Merry Christmas to all you Dog and animal lovers! if we all stick together we could make a huge difference in the world for animals!

  5. on 03 Jan 2009 at 11:51 amfriends with everyone

    A Rescue Dog’s Christmas Poem

    Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
    every shelter is full – we are lost, but not found,
    Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
    we hope every minute that someone will care,
    They’ll come to adopt us and give us the call,
    “Come here, Max and Sparkie – come fetch your new ball!!
    But now we sit here and think of the days…
    we were treated so fondly – we had cute, baby ways,
    Once we were little, then we grew and we grew
    now we’re no longer young and we’re no longer new.
    So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
    they reacted so quickly – why were they so rash?
    We “jump on the children:, “don’t come when they call”,
    we “bark when they leave us”, climb over the wall.
    We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
    now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.
    If only they’d trained us, if only we knew…
    we’d have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
    We were left in the backyard, or worse -let to roam-
    now we’re tired and lonely and out of a home.
    They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye…
    “Maybe someone else will give you a try.”
    So now here we are, all confused and alone…
    in a shelter with others who long for a home.
    The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
    with so many to care for, they can’t stay to chat,
    They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer…
    we know that they wonder how long we’ll be here.
    We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads…
    of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
    Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears -
    our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
    If you can’t adopt us and there’s no room at the Inn -
    could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
    We count on your kindness each day of the year -
    can you give more than hope to everyone here?
    Please make a donation to pay for the heat…
    and help get us something special to eat.
    The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
    and more of us will, if more people will give.

    –Author Unknown

    I just know that there will be a lot of puppies in shelters a few weeks from now. Its so sad. :0(

  6. on 05 Jan 2009 at 2:11 amcrysfoxx

    This is the greatest question and answer I have had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for posting and thank you to all who responded with the great poetry.


  7. on 06 Jan 2009 at 3:50 pmShanna

    A Pit Bull’s Christmas

    T’was the night before Christmas and the shelter is dark,
    The whole place is silent, not even a bark.
    The dogs are all locked in their pens for the night,
    The staff has gone home and turned out the light.
    As I lay my head down on the cold concrete floor,
    I fondly recall the home I had before.
    The family I loved, who loved me right back,
    We’d share everything — from secret to snack.
    Things couldn’t be better at this time last year,
    But that has all changed and now I am here.
    I won’t see the tree, the lights, or the snow,
    I’m scared and alone, my spirits are low.
    The others like me weren’t put up for adoption,
    A new family and home, for us aren’t an option.
    We’ve been locked up in cells as if we’re all crooks,
    We don’t deserve homes because of our looks.
    Not Diesel, or Bingo, or the young one named Percy,
    Deserve to be loved nor shown any mercy.
    While families celebrate holiday cheer,
    I know in my heart that my end is near.
    The vet will arrive, the lights will go on,
    By the time you awake, we all will be gone.
    A stranger will come and take me away, I’ll never wake to see
    another day.
    As I close my eyes I’ll shed you a tear,
    The fond memories I’ll always keep near.
    The only thing I’ve ever asked of Santa Claus,
    Is to stop all these unfair and ridiculous laws.
    You said without me, your life was not full,
    So why does it matter that I’m a “pit bull”?
    In my dream Santa shouts when he’s finished his deed,

  8. on 08 Jan 2009 at 3:26 pmKoter Boters

    Its not a christmas one but its about pit bulls!

    Their love is like no other,
    their heart as pure as gold.
    Yet while going on a friendly walk,
    they’re faced with stares of cold.

    They’re so very close to human,
    in how they act and what they do,
    Unless you’ve known their devoted love,
    it’s impossible to explain to you.

    They are greatly more misunderstood,
    than any other breed.
    We tend to punish this loyal dog,
    Instead of mankind’s deeds.

    They are always and forever clowns,
    with a wish for center stage.
    Yet while displaying this sense of humor,
    most people disengage.

    They, oh, so want to make new friends,
    and run and jump and play.
    Yet when they happily approach,
    most people shy away.

    Often I’ve seen children poke,
    or hop on for a ride.
    And when I felt they might get mad,
    they’ve only beamed with pride.

    I’ve seen these children yank and pull,
    with nary a reaction.
    Yet media’s not interested,
    unless they’ve put someone in traction.

    When other dogs have made the news,
    this breed’s name they affix.
    But when this brave dog saves the day,
    they call him “Boxer mix”.

    They love to snuggle up real close,
    to give lots of loves and kisses,
    Yet they suffer more than any,
    from unfair prejudices.

    Their tails wag hard and hips twist, too,
    more so than other mutts.
    So those of us who know the breed,
    we call them “wiggle butts”.

    What animal do I speak of,
    Whose love is so unique?
    If you’ve truly known one,
    you know of whom I speak.

    There is no creature on this Earth
    who will ever make you merrier.
    The animal I do speak of,
    it’s the American Pit Bull Terrier.

    Author Unknown