We are going Outside! My Favorite!
My Food Lady is outside!
We are not going-for-a-walk
and not playing the tennis ball game.
We are not digging in the garden place
Or playing the tug-on-the-rope game.
And she is not in the swing with a book-thing
Or even playing the come-here-now-I-mean-it game.
She stretches out in the warm grass under the big tree
I will bring her a stick and be with her
we are together in the grass under the tree
We play the be-still-and-listen game
It is a Good Day. I am a Good Dog.
Chewing things is my favorite
I am a very good Chewer-of-ThingsMy Food Lady's Lap is my favorite
I am a very bendy Lap Dog, she saysMy Man of Good-est Skritches's Lap is my favorite
I the Tiny-est, Fuzzy-est Lap Dog, he saysSkritches are my favorite
I love all the SkritchesAndChewing the Things
on my Food Lady's Lap
and on My Man of Good-est Skritches Lap
and getting all the Skritches
Is my FavoriteThis is how I know
I am a very, very Good Dog
It is a good thing I am here
My Peoples cannot hear or see or smell, I think
They do not hear the refrigerator make the scary
grind and clunk noise every 30 minutes
I bark to let them know
They cannot see the threatening man-person
who carries cardboard boxes
I bork-bork and he drops the cardboard
and runs away
They do not smell the many, many dogs
that have walked the trails before us
The tracks must all be investigated
and deeply sniffed to tell which dogs are tricksy
(They are all tricksy)
My Poor Peoples do not understand the dangers of:
sticks that look like snakes
hoses that look…
Darwinian Gardener, Creative Educator, and sometimes Writer Person.