Posted on 11/09/2026 8:22:23 AM PST by nikos1121
Kiki is a special dog, Who sometimes lays just like a frog.
Painted black and white and brown, She sometimes acts just like a clown.
Each day when it’s time to eat, Kiki’s favorite food is meat!
An Australian Shepherd, a true-blue Aussie, I must admit, she can be bossy.
I’ll drop her off each day at Poochees, She gets treats and lots of smoochees.
Her friends are there, all kinds of dogs, Chasing balls and jumping logs.
She loves the groomer, getting ready, A shampoo, "mani and a pedi."
She loves the dryer's warm air power, Her primping takes about an hour.
She can play and play and play, No matter what the time of day.
Her favorite game is "chase that ball!" Running wildly down the hall.
She loves to pull you with her rope, It’s a tug of war, and not a joke!
She likes to sit and watch TV, Cuddled up right next to me.
Hide a treat, she will find it, Leaving not a crumb behind it!
Outside she'll dart and do a zoomie, In the park where it's roomy.
In a circle, running fast, Rolling over it's a blast.
A flying frisbee she will chase, Running at a lightning pace,
Leaping high, way up to snatch it, No other dog could ever match it!
She'll ride all day inside my car, Even if we travel far.
She gets afraid of rolling thunder; It makes her want to hide down under.
And firecrackers give her a scare, When those noises fill the air.
When she’s walking in the park, At strangers she’ll sometimes bark.
But if that stranger wears a hoodie, She’ll bark at them like it’s her duty!
Winter, summer, spring, or fall, She really seems to like them all.
And when it's cold, her fur gets shaggy, Though her tail is always waggy.
She loves to curl up in a chair, Or the couch without a care.
Sometimes her kennel—now the bed, A place to rest her sleepy head.
When I'm in bed, and fast asleep, She guards me like I'm her sheep.
She roams at night, the clock "tick-tock," Protecting me like I'm her flock.
Her routine is to sleep, and play, And she will do this every day.
My loyal friend, my furry star, The very best dog, Kiki is by far.
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I looked through the forum categories and couldn't readily find a dedicated pet section, so let's start our own thread celebrating our four-legged family members.
I'm kicking things off with my dog, Kiki, and a poem I wrote for her.
Please share a favorite story, a poem, or a description of your pet—and don't forget their name!
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Looking forward to meeting everyone's companions. Post away!
WE need some uplifting! Things will get better I will assure you. We just have to hang in there. In the meantime let's have some fun sharing our pets.
Is her tail docked?
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Yes...
I came here, ringing Hells Bells, ready to criticize your poetry meter, your forced, faux Iambic Pentameter, then I read what you were writing about and stopped.
Excuse me, while I climb down from my High Horse.
**Pets of the Home!!
Out of 4 children in the family, I somehow ‘got volunteered’ to be in charge of caring for the Dogs.
I have so many, many good memories of taking care of my pets, while still at the family home. They helped me to learn better self control, (Don’t Be Mean!!).
They helped me to let go of grudges. I learned to forgive about some torn up Arts & Crafts project or table puzzles, and play with them anyway. Next time, I put my projects away, safe from Puppies tearing and ripping it up.
I do so miss many of my Dog & Cat & Turtle & Bird buddies!
Loves flying catch with Frisbee!
Cute.
Good girl, Kiki!
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Our previous dog was an Aussie “Max”, and he was a very smart dog. I had to put the child safety locks back on the cabinets because Max learned how to open them. He was all black except for a snow white throat and chest. He was like all of our dogs very special, a member of the family and will be missed along with the others. They really are “Mans best friend”.
IF THEY DO NOT HAVE SHEEP TO PROTECT & HERD-—
THEY WILL DO THOSE CHORE WITH PEOPLE. BRED INTO THEM.
MY ROTT MIX POUND DOG IS VERY WILLING TO ANNOUNCE SOMEONE IS HERE THAT HE DOES NOT KNOW.
IF ANYONE EVER TRIED TO HARM ME-—I THINK HE WOULD BECOME EVEN MORE PROTECTIVE....AND WOE UNTO THEM.....
IF THEY DO NOT HAVE SHEEP TO PROTECT & HERD-—
THEY WILL DO THOSE CHORE WITH PEOPLE. BRED INTO THEM.
MY ROTT MIX POUND DOG IS VERY WILLING TO ANNOUNCE SOMEONE IS HERE THAT HE DOES NOT KNOW.
IF ANYONE EVER TRIED TO HARM ME-—I THINK HE WOULD BECOME EVEN MORE PROTECTIVE....AND WOE UNTO THEM.....
I know, I’m not Robert Frost, but it was from the heart. I just took dictation....Thank you...for the kind words..
Aussies are only 65% fight to death protectors, compared to Dobermans and German Shepherds who are 100%. Kiki barks at them like she’s going to attack, if someone comes around, then she walks up and licks their hand. A Big Bluff but she gets the point across.
My 17 year old cat Max takes care of me too. He sleeps on the end of the bed keeping watch for any monsters that might harm me.
My 17 year old cat Max takes care of me too. He sleeps on the end of the bed keeping watch for any monsters that might harm me.
Achilles and Pericles, the feline engines of destruction.
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