A RESTFUL EVENING AT WESTWIND HOUSE

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