ode to Frenchies

Melody Smith
                         The Passionate French Bulldog Owner
                           (with apologies to Mr. Marlowe)
                Come live with me and be my dog,
                I need a little bat-eared hog,
                We'll frolic, pounce like crazy girls,
                Annoy the birds and chase some squirrels.
                Around the house we'll play and hide,
                Across the hardwood floors you'll slide,
                Your optimistic doggie eyes,
                Will beg off so much exercise.
                And I will buy you Alpo chunks,
                Forgive you when you catch those skunks,
                Or in the park and neighbors' yards,
                You leave your little calling cards.
                A jacket of the finest wool,
                A leash that stretches when you pull-
                O wrinkled grins! O happy fools!
                We both shall hate obedience schools
                A vet trip or just flea-tick lotion
                No cost shall limit my devotion.
                And should you hurt past any mending
                The Gentle Sleep shall be your ending
                I miss my lover's snores at night,
                But, unlike him, you'd never bite.
                If all my time and love you hog
                Then live with me, and be my dog.

I'm a Bulldog

                   Deathless lyrics by the wordsmith, Mark K Vallevand
                  [With apologies to the Monty Python Lumberjack song.]
                I'm a Bulldog and I'm OK,
                I sleep all night and I sleep all day.
                (Choral: She's a Bulldog and she's OK,
                    She sleeps all night and she sleeps all day.)
                I knock down trees, I eat my lunch,
                I go outside to pee.
                On Wednesdays I go walking,
                And have people look at me.
                I knock down trees, I skip and jump,
                I love to eat wild flow'rs.
                I put on people's clothing,
                And hang around in cars.
                I knock down trees, I eat high heels,
                Nylabones and a Kong.
                I glad that I'm a Bulldog,
                Just like my dear mama.
                (Repeat verse 1, with feeling)

Ode to the Crunch

           (abandoned outside the obedience ring by his disgusted owner)
                    Whose dog is this, I think I know
                    His owner left him at the show.
                    The little dog must think it queer
                    to be without his owner near.
                    He gives the tiny crate a shake
                    To ask if there is some mistake.
                    His eyes are lovely, dark and deep,
                    but he had promises to keep,
                    And on the recall, fell asleep.

                    Charlotte Creeley
                    (yeah, I went back for him...)

Ode to Argos

                  (Argos was Gus & Jewels Father. I still miss my bad boy)
                                   Jillian Cline
                    The Canine sighs...
                    as I rub his forceful neck
                    Argos my guardian protector
                    I am so safe...
                    He melts with my voice
                    I forget his strength
                    His firm muscular torso
                    nuzzles close in the night
                    Task completed...
                    his wet nose nudges my forgetful mind
                    I release the leather from his neck
                    softly I stroke chest
                    I hold him tight in the dark
                    His body lay close to mine
                   So safe he sighs...
                    we both fall asleep

about Wilf

Judy MacBeth
                        Mommy Dearest stirs beneath her rock,
                        A minor earthquake she is not.
                        Out of dormacy to take a peek,
                        at the world beneath her feet.
                        A Bulldogx-ler tweeks her interest,
                        A slight smile breaks upon her beak
                        Mommy Dearest preys upon the meek.
                        Go, sweet one, back to your slumber
                        Remember always, we have your number
                        Rest fitfully Momba, and know we're true
                        I'm as sure of that as the sky is blue.
                        Today, anyway.

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