My fur comes off in clumps,
Though dad does brush me,
It seems to keep him out of the dumps,
I can fill a plastic bag & off me it keeps the flea…
I give dad big kisses when brush me he does,
My fur is far from being peach fuzz,
Dad laughs and says I am molting,
Some may, but brushing me he doesn’t find revolting…
Dad wonders if fur I make,
Even after off me all he does take,
I wish I could shed it off with one big shake,
But then I’d be bald shedding my fur like a snake…
© Rufuz ;-) 06.29.2009
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In Spirit,
Bear
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hair falls out like crazy
Brother Pete does the same
But He's a lot more lazy
We don't go to the beach
Because he's such a chicken
But I don't have the shedding deal
That both of you are stricken
Ha Ha Ha ....Pork Pie
You da DAWG, Rufuz!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Woof
Uncle EDvard