MISSY'S FILLING IN TODAY

THE REAL MISSY

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

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

THREE FAST MONTHS

    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

HAVING A BALL

 

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

SAME BREED-SO DIFFERENT

ALL IN A DOG’S DAY

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