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| Poem of the Week * May 12 to 18, 2002 |
| ~ Dogs, Dogs, Dogs~ |
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| Open your eyes, they are barking. Come down the stairs, they are waiting. Wall to bare legs fur and cold, wet noses. Rolling and hugging, crying and greeting. One whines out "I missed you all night," in code. So, on with tummy patting and morning muzzle kisses. And then the outside, inside, outside revolution begins. Wall to wall dog toys. Never pat just one. Hey! Carpet full of bits of only God knows what. Chewed up wooden legs, mangled by canine dentistry. Every sound from puppy squeals to old dog growls. Wiggles, snarls, begging, ear licking, standing on a big dog's back, without permission....... ouch! Snacks must be very regular, often. Naps make the best pasttime, but only canine dreams; lots of rabbits to chase, legs to twitch, woofs to woof. Just remember, that couch, it ain't yours. The canines only LET you sit on it. Make sure they have plenty of cool water to drink, just before somebody lets loose on the kitchen carpet. Fill the dishes, brimming, and let the growling commence. Pick hair out of coffee, mashed potatoes, laundry, your teeth. Don't leave anything you want to eat "in a minute" anywhere but in your fist, and guard it. Watch them line up and behave when there's treats. Six pairs of eyes means "now!" What! They're off for the river again?! Find out some dogs can bounce, some can fly, some pick locks and turn door knobs. Now take them outside and hit the onriest one in the face with snow. They'll all beg a turn. Kiss 'em good night, after pee-pee walks and another bone hold up, all eyes, you know. Take your nap. Be quick. Wake up! They're barking. |
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