Do you decorate for Christmas?
When do the decorations go up?
Do you ignore them, or are they a source of mischeif?
I am the first dog in the family to try and chew the decorations.
That is why they hired these soldiers to guard the tree.
It seemed like a new year, with a bright, sparkly morning full of possibilities.
When we were young, we thought our youth would last forever.
But, for me and my friends, like Josie, it is winter, and we live beyond the brilliant sunset. Josie had left her mom in the paws of three young males, Called the Boys collectively and Moo, Huck, and Elvis singularly; we were kept abreast of their lives from the litter.
They brought their own New Day with a long life ahead of them.
But now their song is ending: First Moo, from brain cancers, and this week, after three weeks of liver failure, Elvis left the farm.
When I got a text on my I-Paw that Elvis was coming, I immediately thought about the day he and his brothers were born, brown and white little dumplings of love. At first, as all dogs are, they were supposed to be separated, but fate had other plans: The boys stayed together on the farm, ran rampant, got in constant trouble, and whose antics made us laugh with delight.
People wonder why dogs don’t live as long as humans. Dogs live longer than humans; we just do it at a supersonic speed to fit 80 years of fun into eight years. The boys, Elvis, Moo, and Huck, lived life faster than most dogs, which sadly gave their humans less time to enjoy them.
When Moo crossed over from brain cancer, he ran past me, past his sister Sophie, and for a mile into the hills before he came back, kissing everyone and chasing bunnies.
Elvis’ arrival was equally energetic. He began barking in triumph as he crossed the bridge and kept it up going up the stairs. His tail wagged, cutting his paws out of anyone standing near him.
Then he saw Moo, and they ran to one another so quickly they set the grass under them on fire. Sophie told me to lie down. This would take a while.
After two hours, I wrote the oath on a bone, threw it at Elvis, and ate it. I guess that’s legal.
Back on the mortal side, Huck has taken on the job of making his mom smile. He is no longer a boy but still raises smiles like he was a puppy.
We watched the boys grow up to become men in the blink of an eye, then they became seniors, and with the blink of another eye, they were gone.
The mortal side is a little less fun now that Elvis has left the farm.
If you are in the mid-west this winter and hear thunder snow, that is just Huck and Elvis, still running towards eternity.
Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday
They were married in May.
And on their way
To a delightful bed and breakfast
Just down the path from San Jose
They were shown the bridal suite.
Featuring a big bed with a new sheet
The man looked around and said, “Where is the bathroom?”
The man replied: “Its right outside the house, from the door, only a few feet.”
“It didn’t say in the brochure about an outhouse,”
Said the man’s new spouse
“Didn’t think I needed to,” the owner said
“Just knock on the door hard, it scares off the mouse.”
The owner then said, “So there is not a miscommunication
And I don’t want to negatively effect your celebration
But, I have one rule to be followed without hesitation
In the outhouse there is no fornication.”
The owner told them to enjoy themselves and left
The bride was bereft,
But her husband told her it would be fine
If they had to use the outhouse, they would be deft.
In the middle of the night, the bride had to pee
The man said he would accompany her, and she did agree
They went out into the cold night
As the grandfather clock struck three
They made their way to the outhouse door
And “I won’t leave,” the man swore,
But his bride had another idea
She pulled him in for a quickie, the owner warning she did ignore
She asked her husband to treat her like a whore,
And he asked himself what he was waiting for
They were going at it hot and heavy
When there was a big crack, they fell through the floor.\
When they didn’t come down for breakfast, the owner checked their room
And went searching for the bride and groom
He saw the outhouse had collapsed
And he knew they had met their doom
He called the dual police and fire station
And their bodies were found floating in poo and pee, a frightful combination.
As their bodies were recovered and lifted from the ground
The owner shook his head and said: “I told them in the outhouse there is no fornication.”
Yes, I pooped in the pasta, but you're the one who served it you donkey.
You could have killed someone
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