When storms do approach,
Rufuz does of dads space encroach,
He lays his head on my lap,
So I cover his ears from the thunder,
I tell him its his Auntie Karla sending them,
Not daddy’s but her blunder…;-)
I rub his head and his snout,
Kissing him & telling him its okay,
He lays his head back & grabs me with his paw,
To the world of my puppies love I must shout…
So after the storm does pass,
Not very long does it last,
He goes about his business without sass,
But let one rumble of thunder again start,
He’s back on my lap, before the sky can again fart…;-)
© ed ;-) 6/2/09
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(((HUGS))) and much love to two stormFRAIDERS, from the StormSpinner, Auntie Karla. :D
You KNOW Karla's gonna get you for that, Ed! Watch out for her renegate lightnin' bolts; she's gonna bounce 'em right off your pointed li'l head! LOL Too cute, Ed; you're a riot a minute!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I'm just a storyteller; do NOT blame me!! LOLOLOLOLOLOL
You were probably cowering under his dog-bed!
SIT - OO-BOO - SIT ... GOOD DOG! TK
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Take care of Rufuz, don't forget he is your first line of defense if you start your garden I suggested LOL
Ray { The Great Canadian Buzzard }
PS: THANKS {The new sign on the hwy here, said thank a farmer today SO THANKS}
Edvard(k) Ole Brother