DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME

                              by Rosemary Turner
 

                        My dog will never starve to death
                        oh no,
                        He barks and growls each night
                        before his bowl

                        Oh woe is me if I'm not quick
                        to fill it up
                        For he will knock me down
                        to get his sup

                        I feed him at the same time
                        every day
                        For he would eat non-stop if
                        he had his way

                        Daylight savings time is here
                        I plumb forgot
                        Our scheduled feeding time
                        has gone to pot

                        To hear him wail and bite my heels
                        an extra hour
                        Tells me in no uncertain terms
                        who is in power

                                        Rosemary Turner



 

        C H O I C E S

                                           Frank Halliwell
                                             Jimboomba, Queensland,
                                               Australia.
                                                 Public Domain.
 

                        There's little doubt you've heard it said
                        that dogs are man's best friend
                        Their loyalty is true, where others' fade
                        She'll stand beside you, steadfast,
                        and defend you to the end
                        Forgiving the transgressions that you've made.
                        When you've important things to do
                        She'll smile and not complain
                        or grumble that you never take her out
                        and if you leave her home
                        you can be sure that she'll remain
                        your faithful friend, there'll never be a doubt!
                        If she goes to the littlest room,
                        it won't be for an hour,
                        She's just going to get herself a drink.
                        If you come home a little late
                        She'll never scowl or glower
                        or raise the roof and make an awful stink.
                        In fact, it's quite the opposite,
                        ..the later that you are,
                        the happier she'll be at your return.
                        So you need not ever worry
                        when you're leaning on the bar
                        that she'll be cold, aloof and taciturn.
                        your dog will always understand..
                        ..to get your point across
                        sometimes you really have to raise your voice!
                        And she will always realize
                        her master is the boss
                        and in that knowledge she will but rejoice!
                        If you pat her on her bottom
                        her delight will be quite clear,
                        no quest for hidden motives will be sought!
                        And there'll be no repercussions
                        and no need to cringe in fear
                        if you play with other dogs and you get caught.
                        Your dog will never ask about
                        the other dogs you've had
                        Because your dog just doesn't want to know.
                        Expensive rings and shiny things
                        are not a doggie's fad
                        so she won't run your bank account too low.
                        But doggies have one drawback though
                        you'd best not overlook..
                        Though she's a warm and faithful friend,
                        She'll be a rotten cook!
 

                                                Frank Halliwell
 



 

   MY BUDDY

                             by Terry Braaten

                        I've never seen a dog that sheds
                        the way my Buddy does.
                        I brush and brush and brush and brush
                        and get fuzz and fuzz and fuzz.

                        If I wait a day or two
                        before I think to groom,
                        after I am finished, I almost
                        wear out the broom.

                        He is quite a busy doggie
                        playing ball and such.
                        I wonder where he finds the time
                        for his hair to grow so much.

                        It isn't only summer time
                        when he sheds off his hair.
                        It's all year long, consistently...
                        I'm amazed some's left to wear!



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