[trisham]

My Dog's My Boss

Each day when it's anighing three
Old Dick looks at the clock,
Then proudly brings my stick to me
To mind me of our walk.
And in his doggy rapture he
Does everything but talk.

But since I lack his zip and zest
My old bones often tire;
And so I ventured to suggest
Today we hug the fire.
But with what wailing he expressed
The death of his desire!

He gazed at me with eyes of woe
As if to say: 'Old boy,
You mustn't lose your grip, you know,
Let us with laughing joy,
On heath and hill six miles or so
Our legs and lungs employ.'

And then his bark was stilled to a sigh
He flopped upon the floor;
But such a soft old mug am I
I threw awide the door;
So gaily, though the wind was high
We hiked across the moor.

Robert William Service

Happy Dogurday, Caturday and Bunnyday!

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Happy Pup/Caturday!

And may you enjoy every minute of it!

(((((HUGS)))))

ML/LTOS

[MEG33]

Love this!

[TheConservativeParty]

Had a skunking incident last night. The dog snuck out of the barn when I was taking care of the horses, and when he returned he was all stinky. He got an outside bath and then an inside bath. He is not too smelly anymore. I think the skunk had bad aim and only got the dog on the face. Oh brother, that was no fun to deal with at 10pm.

I still love him, even though he’s a little stinker.