A Christmas Poem From My Dogs
Eyeing hydrants, digging holes,
Drinking from the toilet bowls . . .
Playing games of "tug-o'-war,"
Putting scratch marks on your door . . . Rolling over, playing dead,
Getting dog hair on your bed . . .
Scaring folks who bring the mail,
Chasing balls, as well as our tails . . .
Barking, begging, heeling, howling,
And also, on occasion, growling . . .
Romping through a field of grass,
Sneezing, snoozing, passing gas . . .
Sniffing everything we see,
Peeing on the Christmas tree? . . .
Woofing, wagging, chomping, chewing . . .
These are things we sure love doing!
(But, mommy we'll try not to do that tree thing . . .)
Happy Holidays! |
My Response to my Fur babies
I look into your eyes and can see,
The trust that is built between you and me.
You never judge me when I am blue,
You are the friends that are always true.
The life you lead is like that of a child,
Sometimes your calm and sometimes your wild.
We walk outside every day,
And that is when we all like to play.
If life was as simple as it seems to be for you,
We would be content and happy too.
Your loyalty is one of love,
You are gifts from heaven above.
Its hard to think of you as just my pets,
When you are the best friends I could ever get.
I know to most your only the dogs that live here,
But to me your the friends that are always near.
Who make my Christmas complete
Now, let's see if mom can find you a treat.
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