For simplicity's sake, I elected to fictionalize this, but only re the fact that Nick & Shoog own two of us. Ray is probably their fave, but they like me well enough. One might even say too well. ~~~ Naaaaaa.
Nicky and Sugar {Nick & Shoog, e.g.} are
wonderful. Tie us down a lot, but. . .w o n d e r f u l. ~~~~ Thanks for stopping by. Hope 2006 brings you everything you hope for, and more.
N. & S.'s Pea xoxoxoslurpslurpxoxoxox

               Welcome to Doggie World
 
Too late to rescue my dogs from Dog Haven Not,
I key into the house to find Peace and Quiet.
No Nick jumps all over, slobbering and running
a major doggie Guilt Trip.  No Shoog is running
a Doggie Commentary under Doggie Breath.   Not
treated to Nick raising his leg to let go on a chair
a minute after returning from his appointed rounds
out back to be sure no shrubs are still alive,
no squirrels and deer remain unharassed.  Shoog
doesn't squat hither-and-thither to add her mark.
The house is so still.   I can read and write.
No click-click-clicking claws,  no whine-whine-whine
for just-one-more-please-one-one-one-more-treat.  No one
is lick-lick-licking the hearing from my ear.  No one is
shlurp-shlurp-shlurping the Jergens off my face.  No
doleful-soulful-ever hopeful four eyes remind
that two Someones are suffering from doggie ennui
and curiosity is killing them as to why I dress and undress.  
NEVer get enough to eat.   NEVer get to run in and out
every other second.  NEVer have filet minon,
as is every spoiled doggie's right.   Speed-dial
on their cell phones will not work since SOMEbody
fiddled with the buttons.  SOMEbody soon to hear
from the ASPCA.   Better believe, two brown eyes
and two blue [one blind, and don't think Shoog
doesn't use it] chide.  In the morning, no wet fur
muzzles and lapping tongues and pouncing paws
will serve as my alarm. No one will eye my breakfast
like it has been jetted first class from a five-frog hotel.
No one will aggravate me into inventing new words,
(PC's reportedly being machines).   H  E   L  P.
Dropping everything, I grab my car keys and dash
for the kennel for two very doggie-grateful,
dancing, licking, jumping, leaping dirvishes
and bring them home to give the place pizzazz.
Spell it how you like.    A r f !!    A r f !!

 

 

(c)  Phyllis Jean Green,  December, 2005