Don't think you have to be a dog-lover to relate. Hope not! Loving hugs to all my friends, human and un-, Pea {Poem's supposed to be single-spaced. Understand AD staff just worked on the Editor, but apparently this problem. . .oh, well. Guess I won't be posting as often. Prob'ly a relief to all. Fruss Tray Ted :_

Lost: Friend Never Found -- Answers to Brownie
                                     [for Prehus]


Hi! My name is Brownie, and I am one foot two

with more white spots than I can count

on reddish-brown hair some say is falling out.

I will eat anything.   Some say it’s a fault.

I call it not being finicky. Hamburger’s good.

Or I can go veggie.  ‘Long as no celery’s involved.

I love kissing, hugging, and do a mean fox trot.

Any dance, any time.   Got the moves, hoo-HOO!

I love long walks followed by a long cuddle

on a none-too-clean couch with. . .how ‘bout you?

Give me a chew toy, and I’m good ‘til dinner,

though if no one is looking, I might taste a chair.

I can be trained, I feel sure. In time, anyhow.

Meantime, always spread newspaper, arf, arf.

Make it lots when I’m hitting the water.

What kind of friend am I looking for?

Someone who will love and adore me!

Short, tall, thin, fat, I don’t give a whoo.

Smart or a Milk-Bone missing’s awrrrrright.

Just let me cover you with slobber

and sleep in your house.  Tonight!!

 

The ad you see above was found at the pound

after the animal was carried whimpering and yowling

to the death chamber we set up.   Isn’t our fault.

Who wants a mongrel with a crooked tail and bad hair

even if he is loving and is not one to growl

when not on guard. Way the cookie crumbles,

Bad joke--? Sorry. Person has to harden

to do this job. Hope the cutie in the next cage

has better luck. How ‘bout you? ‘Like dogs?

Puddles doesn’t live up to her name, I promise.



Oh.

 

Phyllis Jean Green, June, 2004

In memory of Nippie, b.? taken 1942