This twelve-week old puppy
melts my heart,
tickles my funny bone
and tests my aging knees.
On the floor to tug and pull
then up to retrieve that bouncing ball.
It rolled to a place unknown to you,
where only I can stretch and reach.
Then on the floor to redirect.
Chew this toy, or this one here.
No . . . no . . .
not that shoe.
Then up again to attach your leash,
and out the door to poop and pee.
Then on the floor to toss and fetch,
then up again for kibbles and treats.
Then squatting down I attach your leash
and out the door we go to pee.
Not now you say, then tug to run
to greet the robins and have some fun.
And when it’s time for you to nap
tired out from all that serious play,
you circle twice and then curl up
to sleep and dream inside your crate.
And I, my friend, so tired too,
need no circles to find the couch.
I sleep, one ear half-alert
until I hear you stir and bark.
Then we start all over again.
Written for NAPOWRIMO, Day 17. Today the prompt is to “think about dogs and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you.” Photo is of our new grandpuppy, Zoey!
❤ I understand and appreciate the love, challenges and life that come with a puppy. You said it perfectly.
Aww, Lillian! She is adorable and your verse lovely!
What a cutie. And then you start all over again because he needs your company. Enjoyed the poem. Lovely. Thanks.
The joy of puppy life! She’s so cute!