Sunday, May 7, 2017


A picture or two,
I try to get, 
But do you know what?
She turns away -
My pretty pet.

Then there came a day
she chose to pose -
All wrapped in the quilt -
except her tail and nose!  

(c) M Sue

Monday, February 13, 2017


The Doggies discuss things from their points of view:
What can we do? What can we say? 
It’s been kinda so-so around here today . . .
A long spell of boredom has hit House of Moore
Yet, fleet feet we doggies still race to the door.
The energy level for humans and such
Seems missing a notch or two - just a touch,
Until you compare it to us doggies times two,
Who really delight in the game of “Now who?”
Yes! Who will we ask to let us out of the door?
One first, then the other - surely not more!
Both at once would mean human exercise would be nil -
And we don’t want our people over the hill!
So, Missy, it’s your turn, then it’ll be mine.
We’ll keep asking ‘til bedtime – ‘til then t’wil be fine.
First he gets a turn, then she‘ll get one, too;
Oh, don’t you know they’ll be happy to do
All that they can to help you and me
To stay happy and healthy
As we run outside to pee?
Then it’s my turn again before we quit this game
Until tomorrow when we start all over again  -
As soon as we see them each sit in a chair
With plans of their own for going nowhere!
We’ll show them they’re really folks of great wealth,
With personal trainers overseeing their health,
As we make sure they sit in their chairs none too long,
By each taking their turns to answer our song
That tells them we have to go outside right soon
To join the doggie chorus and howl at the moon.
To exercise gently as bedtime draws near,
Then it’s inside to sleep as dreams of tomorrow appear
When once again we can start a new game
And give them a chance to call out our name
As inside they tell us to they want us to be
Where, for a while we can cuddle and be their company
Then soon our game starts all over with, “Who?
Who gets the first turn to tend doggies times two?”

M Sue

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


    Three months ago yesterday, John E. Moore, my husband, and I officially adopted this wonderful little boy named Ari Daneil. He is just the right size to tuck under my left arm, right up against my rib cage and (you guessed it!) my heart. There was no question about his winning either heart, that of John's or mine, from the first photo we saw of him on the PetFinder website, so any pet lover can just imagine what three months in our home has done for both us and him. 
    He has had his vet visits, received his official city tag, been to the groomer we've used for years for our sweet Missy, and had a doggie-sitter come in when we were gone one long day.  He and the doggie-sitter are used to one another because she and we swap doggie-care.  She knows every one of our concerns about Ari because she's heard them "forty-leven" times over! <smile> She, too is a dog-lover so she understands my every little worry, has seen and respectfully admired each effort we have made to keep our little guy safe. 
     If I do not respond as quickly as Ari thinks I ought upon his arrival by my side in the morning,  I am greeted by a long-legged, sweet good morning swat in my face from this 6-pound, 6-year-old smiling-faced doggie. Following that, I get a very special, extremely loud, "I loo-vve yooo-uuuu!!!" in a doggie sing-song, so I sing along unless John happens to have been able to sleep through the previous moment's activities!  And that is the start of another happy day, the beginning of what we hope will be many more years together with Ari and Missy at Westwind House. 
M. Sue

Monday, September 23, 2013



There once was a doggie named Ari
A ball in his mouth he did carry
To play keep-away
Was his Game of the Day
Indeed,  it made him most merry!

(c) M Sue  9-23-13

Sunday, September 15, 2013


Little lizard on the ground,
You crawl around and make no sound;
But you must leave a scent-filled trail,
'Cause my doggie does not fail
To sniff and snuff until her snout
Has found success and searched you out.
And then, oh, boy, the games begin!
She chases you outside and in -
You climb the fence, and she jumps up -
She's such a happy, busy pup.
You scurry up, then down you run,
To her the chase is a game of fun.
To you, it must be another thing;
Do you have little ears that ring?
A heart that beats out such a clatter,
A bird flies by, asks, "What’s the matter?"
Sees the doggie give full chase -
Decides to buzz doggie in the face -
When that deed’s done flies back to munch
Upon the lovely lizard lunch!
While doggie’s jumping up and down  
Wearing an unhappy frown.

© M Sue 9-14-2013