Rufuz is in MY Doghouse
Rufuz has never been hit,
For after all the times I had been,
It did very little for me & that’s no shit.
But today Rufuz broke a handle,
Right off the side of the camper,
A place he has been tied up to,
When he went out, for the years,
We have lived here.
He apparently went after a squirrel,
I heard this big thump,
And off went the handle,
Hell, I have no idea where it went,
I couldn’t find it anywhere,
Not that it mattered,
It cannot be fixed,
Sorry to use this poem as a vent,
But if not I will remain at Rufuz, angry.
He is always such a great guy,
But ever so often he does a booboo,
And with that I ask, Who Knew?
I bet the squirrel was taunting him,
From just outside his chain area,
I can’t blame him & I hope he gave the squirrel,
A hell of a scare, but now he has no place to tie up to,
So he has to wait for me to take him out,
And in this weather, he will wait for awhile,
But he sure knew he was in trouble,
He wouldn’t walk back to the camper,
When I came out and screamed,
“What the fuck did you do?
This is not like you!
Now he is hiding in his special place,
Up on the dash behind the curtain,
He peeks his head out every so often,
Too see if his dad is still red,
He knows that I will forget it,
And love him till I am dead…