Little Toots
We had a tiny little dog as black as black could be.
She had a unique name and personality.
Her name was Tootsie and she was very smart indeed.
She knew so many tricks which kids would come to see.
I’d put a bone on Tootsie’s noise and leave it there awhile.
She never moved to eat it, until I’d nod and smile.
Shaking hands was easy, she did it with either paw.
But Tootsie was far from perfect, she had a few flaws.
Tootsie hated the word tickle, she’d growl and have a fit.
She’d bark and snap and snarl at you until you finally quit.
I’d lay a treat on the floor and say, “Tootsie don’t touch.”
She’d just lay and stare at it, yet loving them so much
Mom tried to pick it up and Tootsie would bark and growl.
Scared the daylights out of Mom, thinking she’d gone wild.
But the biggest flaw that Tootsie had, was leaving little toots.
She would toot and depart, leaving us turning up our snoots.
Mom’s prissy friend Peg, came to visit her one day.
Tootsie gave a toot by Peg and left, Peg didn’t know what to say.
Her own face was red even though she knew Tootsie did the act.
Prissy Peg got on her high horse and said we should get a cat.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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Oh, how funny!
My great grandma had a little Daschound (I am sure I slaughtered that spelling...sorry!) named Tootsie. Grandma always gave us Tootsie Rolls when we went to visit her...
Cryssa
Love ya, Connie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.