I walk to the door,
I look out & lay on the floor,
Then back to daddy I walk,
Then again to the door,
I need to learn how to daddy to talk…
He just pets me and scratches my back,
I know he loves me, its nothing like that,
I just want out, before to bed he does go,
Before the storms from the west do as well blow…
Noises he hears from out of doors,
Standing by the door am I on all fours,
My eyes burning through the screen,
To my daddy I do really implore,
But as usual, it takes him sometime,
As he is on the internet, there for the night he does explore…
© Rufuz ~ 3.13.06
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love and peace, Carole
Now, isn't that the way with us humans. We just have a hard time reading body language.
Hank
LOL at Eddie K's review. If Daddy don't get the hint, just piddle or poo on the floor once. He'll get the message. LOL
Daddies (and Mommies) are hard to train, you got that right. (And they think they're the most intelligent species...sometimes, they don't have a clue who's really the brains of the outfit!)
Excellent write, and I love that pic. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Here's a little tip for you: We learned long ago that the best way to get our Dad to walk us was to prance around his chair - fartin up a storm. Usually gets his attention pretty quick, especially if Mom starts blaming him. Try it, and let us know how it works.
Best Regards,
Chica, Turbo, Junior & Tootin Tater
Your writings always delight me! How can daddy say no to such a cute face like yours?? It's Un-American! LOL
Cute write; very well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love (and many pats), your Human Friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Take care!!
love Aunty Tinka
smooch woof woofie;-)