Dogs: there's always something...
 

A silly little poem that popped into my head about dogs.

Mum always says to me,
You never get away scot free,
There’s always something.
With every one.

There’s the one who won’t eat,
and the one who steals pies,
The one with dodgy hips,
and the one with infected eyes,

There’s, the sensitive soul,
And the bullish young male,
The digger of holes
And the follower of trails

And that one chases motorbikes,
And this one plays with wooden spikes
Forages for chicken bones,
And barks whenever you answer the phone....

And all in all we worry when
We have them.

I love it! And how true ...

Very nice D, very important.

I'm feeling this one deep.

I haven't detailed the Pearl worries, but they are non-stop, and simply horrible right now.

Very sorry, UT. What awful timing - but then the timing's never right.

[sermon]

The math of life.

When you share your joys with friends, they are multiplied and the happiness become greater.

When you share your sorrows with friends, they are divided and the burden becomes lighter.

As your friend, I will accept whatever you wish to share with me.

[here endeth the sermon]

@ UT: thanks, and I'm glad it struck a chord with you. I know a little of where you're at, and how that feels. It's a strange place to be. Hugs to you and Pearl.

that was great, Dana! Mine digs holes and follows her nose.

She is the Great ALLnose, smelling everything the way an artiste would look at a Monet.


You know when you're baroque?

When you're out of Monet.

That is teh funneh

Nice Dana

:( UT I have a tiny one here with the same problems as Pearl. She is almost 15 I took her back when she was 13 because her owner has alzhiemers. She makes me hold my breath some days..

And yet, to go back to D's poem -- dogs will be every kind of worry, but that worry is out of a love which is the most important thing we have.

Word.

Sent by thought transference.

Don’t

Don’t step all over all my hair.
OMG what time is it?
5 o’ clock in the morning you monster.
Just don’t.

Don’t be sick on my bed.
I know it smells of us and feels safe
But bloody hell I might have rolled into that!
You dirty boy - don’t!

Don’t bite or claw my hands.
All this time and you haven’t learned what velvet paw means?
I won’t play with you again
If you don’t stop making me bleed.

Don’t menace Mia.
She was here before you and is an old lady.
I would so like the two of you to get on.
But you just don’t.

Don’t be sick or poorly.
Don’t make me worry about you and cry.
Don’t ever act as if life is anything but pleasure.
Don’t leave me.

Oh Sundae, that's brilliant! I love it.

:apaw: