OK, to clarify, THIS dog would never say such a thing.
Smidgey here. I took over Mom's laptop because I have something to get off my chest.
Would you look at me? The humiliation! Horizontal stripes no less!
I already get comments about my
girth waist size and then Mom dresses me in the most unflattering sweater known to man dogs.
And for what?
Snow! The first flakes of the season.
You see, I am a bit fur follicle challenged.
I'm light on fur, but heavy on...uh, well, just heavy. But not heavy enough to be able to frolic in the snow and not get cold. I lived in the desert for most of my life...
...granted there were coyotes, snakes and scorpions that wanted to kill me, but gosh darn it, I was warm. And my fur follicle challenges worked to my advantage.
Anyway, this week I got swaddled in soft stripes and paraded around the neighborhood while it snowed. I'm not sure I will ever recover...
...unless there is say, cheese nearby. *drool*
Despite the snow, something good did happen this week. Mom got an email from poet extraordinaire, Laura Purdie Salas that had a really fun poetry prompt in it. (Sshh, don't tell Mom that I know her email password, too.) Laura invited poets to try a Biopoem. Poet-schmoets...dogs can write poems too! So here goes:
squishy, sweet, sleepy, smelly (ahem, using my nose)
daughter of what my people believe to be a rat terrier and chihuahua
lover of cheese, cheese, and more cheese
who feels cold without a sweater and humiliated with one
who gives licky kisses, waggy-tailed welcomes, sleepy snores
who fears nothing and everything at the same time (I'm a confusing beast)
who would like to see Colleen again, my people staying home all the time and the insides of my eyelids
who lives in the center of the living room in the center of Switzerland
Bridget Magee. Smidgey! All Rights Reserved.
Join the all the Poet-schmoets at A Year of Reading where a super
cool teacher-poet, Mary Lee, is hosting.
Rumor has it, there is a book about a dog there...*woof*