You're building anew and had to move out,
Of the house you sold to quick.
You needed a place for your dog to reside,
So we are the ones you picked.
Grandpa and Nanna will make a good home,
For the old Black Lab named Jack.
So when you move into your new abode,
You will come and take him back.
Well, we're getting attached to that old dog,
He's really great company.
His companionship we both enjoy,
And he even sleeps with me!
He's such a great friend and just seems to fit,
Into our easy life style.
How can we simply just give him up,
After we've had him a while?
We could just keep him, but I know,
The kids would really be sad.
We can't have them thinking that we could do,
Anything quite that bad.
So you see the dilemma that we face,
We didn't know what to say,
So we decided to sit and talk about it,
Just the other day.
So, we've pondered a lot and given it thought,
And here's what we decided to do.
When you come and take the old dog back,
We're moving in with you!
Ron Crowley
Don't pee on the carpet,
Don't shed on the floor,
Don't mess up my bed,
Don't bark at the door,
Don't scratch the cushions,
Don't nibble my toes,
Don't topple the ferns,
Don't muddy your nose,
Don't drink the beer!!,
Don't chew my shoe,
C'mon, you little dear,
You know I love you.
Shing Khor
On this sad day, last year at this time,
We lost our sweet dog; could hardly make rhymes,
So missing this guy, with our hearts and our souls,
We acquired Crackerjack, and we're on a new roll.
On our toes he does keep us, not letting us down,
Surprises and laughter, we get from this hound.
As I write this down, in this little old poem,
He sits on my head, and thinks it's his home.
Should call him Velcro; He's attached to my leg,
Each step that I take, He stands and he begs.
But the worst of the story, 'Tis the shower stall,
Yes, trying to wash up without taking a fall.
I hear at the door, a cry and some whines,
And there goes the door, and open it flies.
In marches this cur, inspecting… what's this?
To stand in the waterfall, he thinks it is bliss.
He stays and visits, enjoying his dream,
I start thinking; my mind is a gleam.
No more baths on my knees, cause you give me a clue,
From now on it's showers for me and for you.
I leave on my nightie, So not to get scratched,
Grabbed the shampoo, and pushed opened the hatch.
Picked up the pooch and together we bathed,
And believe it or not, it's what his heart craved.
Clean as a whistle I drop him outside,
Scrubbed him on down with the towel close beside.
Off goes the nightie, it's now my turn too,
Closing the door and my work will ensue.
The door slides 3 inches, and a head does appear,
Getting rid of this scoundrel's not working I fear.
Water drops pelting, with eyes looking up,
What the heck is it, with this little old pup?
I inform him he is limited, to one shower per week,
What the hell does he think? I'm some kind a freak?
In relating this story to a friend down the block,
She tells me I need a humongous big lock.
It's re-incarnation! She says with a laugh.
Who knows who's watching you taking your bath?
Yet to tell you the truth, I really don't care.
But I hope he enjoys, what he's seeing in there,
Now my husband says, can I join up with you two?
Good lord, he'd be jealous of Winnie the Pooh.
But I'm glad that the pet, we picked was a dog,
Imagine what could happen, if it were a hog?
Linda La Rae Adsitt