This 'poem' is about what a dog is - it's sort of similar to what you're looking for & mentions the word 'judge' though I don't know if it's the right one:
My Little Friend
I have a little friend whose always by my side,
We're never very far apart no matter what the time.
I have a little friend who listens to what I say and doesn't judge
me for what I've done but what's inside of me.
She gives me the support I need to make it through the day.
And when I'm sad she seems to know just what I need to have.
My little friend is not like me she has some things I don't,
like four legs, a tail that wags and a nose that's wet and cold.
She lets me know with a gentle nudge that she cares
and is there for me.
We'll never be that far apart,
and when the time does come,
I know we'll be together again in that spot above.
- Linda McBroom©1997
Hope that's it. Found it on this website:
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Farm/3627/doglovers_poems2.html
along with some other wonderful poems (well worth a look) - including this one:
Things We Can Learn From A Dog
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
Allow the experience of fresh air &
the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps & stretch before rising.
Run, romp & play daily.
Eat with gusto & enthusiasm.
Be Loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent,
sit close by & nuzzle them gently.
Thrive on attention & let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On hot days, drink lots of water & lay under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around & wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded,
don't buy into the guilt thing & pout...
run right back & make friends.
Bond with your pack.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
-Author Unknown
I also really liked ' Only A Dog' & 'Why Dogs Are Better Than Woman' for the different emotions they invoked.
2007-02-16 14:02:58
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answered by Solow 6
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My favourite dog poem is His Apologies by Rudyard Kipling which I met in his book Thy Servant a Dog. Both poem and book are unashamedly sentimental but anyone who has had any dealings with dogs will recognise the essential dog in them.
His Apologies
Master this is Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
He is mainly Head and Tummy. His legs are uncontrolled.
But Thou hast forgiven his ugliness, and settled him on Thy knee...
Art Thou content with Thy Servant? He is very comfy with Thee.
Master, behold a Sinner! He hath committed a wrong.
He hath defiled Thy Premises through being kept in too long.
Wherefore his nose has been rubbed in the dirt and his self-respect has been bruised.
Master, pardon Thy Sinner, and see he is properly loosed.
Master, again Thy Sinner! This that was once Thy Shoe,
He has found and taken and carried aside as fitting matter to chew.
Now there is neither blacking nor tongue, and the Housemaid has us in tow,
Master, remember Thy Servant is young, and tell her to let him go!
Master extol Thy Servant, he has met a most Worthy Foe!
There has been fighting all over the Shop - and into the Shop also!
Till cruel umbrellas parted the strife (or I might have been choking him yet),
But Thy Servant has had the Time of his Life - and now shall we call the vet?
Master, behold Thy Servant! Strange children came to play,
And because they fought to caress him, Thy Servant wentedst away.
But now that the Little Beasts have gone, he has returned to see
(Brushed - with his Sunday collar on) what they have left over from tea.
Master, pity Thy Servant! He is deaf and three parts blind.
He cannot catch Thy Commandments. He cannot read Thy Mind.
Oh leave him not to his loneliness; nor make him that kitten's scorn.
He hath had no other God than Thee since the year that he was born.
Lord, look down on Thy Servant! Bad things have come to pass.
There is no heat in the midday sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease - his torments run and increase.
Lord make haste with Thy Lightnings and grant him a quick release!
2007-02-14 05:52:41
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answered by felineroche 5
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I could not find the particular poem you mentioned but I did keep this one.
Do not weep for me when I am gone
For I have friends in the great beyond
The little ones I used to feed
Will come to me in my time of need
They'll purr and bark in great delight
And I will hold and hug them tight.
Oh, what a great day that will be
When my furry friends all welcome me.
I know on another one but I can't find it at this moment. I will keep looking.
2007-02-14 00:53:19
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answered by madisonian51 4
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I don't know a dog poem like the one you described but one I like is "The Power of the Dog" by Rudyard Kipling. It can be found here:http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/K/KiplingRudyard/verse/p3/powerdog.html
2007-02-14 08:58:47
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answered by hobbitgirl 3
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If you Google "poem+dog" you will have hundreds of poems to look through. Sorry, I'm not familar with this poem.
God Bless You :)
2007-02-14 00:13:10
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answered by Anonymous
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