He comes home after a long hard day,
I talk to him and we play,
I really do enjoy as well to give my daddy the tongue,
For when it comes to my big red tongue, I really am hung…
He giggles and says my whiskers do him tickle,
My daddy is really something so greatly fickle,
He laughs with me and grabs my teeth,
I even let him tickle me and scratch my “pickle”…
He has me on a diet now,
All I can say is, I guess, Wow,
He makes really good dinners for me,
As a doggie chef he is the best can’t you see…
If I don’t finish my dinner,
To the stray cats it goes, so I get thinner,
He feeds me more than enough,
He really does not make me in any way, gruff…
© RUFUZ ~ 1.4.2006
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
But what a great poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great Job Ed!!
Love Tinka
This a great write
A joy to read, I'll read it to my grandkids
Sounds like a kids book
I see you spoil your buddy too
But don't tickle his pickle, too many times......LOL
William ......Peace Brother
PS Did he buy that Michigan City blanket for you? We seem to be missing one just like it! But since you use it, Rufuz, we won't make a fuss.