Yay, Snow...Said No Dog Ever.

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. 

And back. 

And bottom.

A sweater!

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*

I digress. 

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


©2020, 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*


Fran Haley said...

Dear Smidgey: You're a great "pawthor"! Adore your Biopoem. And your clarification of "smelly" (ahem). That sweater - alas, Smidgey. But it IS a good color scheme for you. Aside to your Mom: My son's dog, Henry, has his own category on my blog. Such great fun to be his conduit. Thank you and Smidgey for this very fun start to my day.

Linda B said...

I laughed out loud at "but gosh darn it, I was warm", Bridget! How fun it is to see that Smidgey has his own turn at writing for your blog! I once had an Old English sheepdog who loved the snow, would have had a tough time in the desert. Sorry for the winter coming for Smidgey & his ultra embarrassment in that sweater. I think it's cute!

Carol Varsalona said...

Smidgey is quite a talkative dog with a mind of his own. Despite the self-absorbed issues of weight, I think Smidgey is sporting a rather fine sweater. He may not like the stripes but his human does so go with the flow Smidgey and stay warm. Love Smidgey's biopoem. Perhaps, other dogs will join in the fun. Stay warm Smidgey and Bridget.

jama said...

Didn't think it was possible, but now I love you, Smidgey, even more!! Not only can you write good poems, you're an ace comedian!

About that sweater: I hear you on the horizontal stripes, but the color scheme is the best. I mean, BLUE!! Good things happen because of blue. Did you know our new President and his wife both have blue eyes?

To show my appreciation for your cleverness, I am sending you 20 pounds of virtual cheese (your choice of what kind). Please eat it weeeeally slowly to make it last . . .

Linda Mitchell said...

Ah, the power of CHEESE. Ha ha. Smidgey is s genius. Love the poem of a dog who has a good nose for poetry.

Jeanette Rebello said...

What a truly great and heart warming dog story. Bridget, you are one talented writer!
Thank you for the smiles this post brought.
With love and gratitude, Jeanette

Bridget Magee said...

Dear Fran, Woof for your kind words. Love and licks, Smidgey :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Linda! Oh, an English sheepdog would do well here in Switzerland - hence the Bernese mountain dogs and St. Bernard's that are prevalent here. Smidgey appreciates your fashion validation, too. :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Carol! Despite her embarrassment, Smidgey realizes her life is better in this weather with a sweater than without...on a level. She's counting the days until spring. :)

Bridget Magee said...

Dear Jama, Thank you and yippity-yap for your wonderfully kind words. You are right, the blue on my sweater makes it a bit more palatable (mom has blue eyes, just like Joe and Jill), but the stripes! Woof! I mean, really? I'm super excited about the virtual cheese you are sending my way, but what is this eating "weeeeeally slowly" you mentioned? I have no idea how to do this, especially when it comes to cheese. Sending you lots of love and licks, Smidgey

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Linda! Cheese is the master motivator in Smidgey's world. She appreciates your compliment of her genius, but she's still not connecting the dots between her sweater and warmth. Maybe by the end of winter... :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you, Jeanette, for your kind words. Smidgey and I truly appreciate them. Sending you a hug from me and licky kisses from Smidge. :)

Janice Scully said...

I just love Smidgey's travails with the cold and the weather! Very funny, Bridget. And he is a perfect subject for Laura's prompt , which I put aside to try sometime.

Mary Lee said...

You are a great writer and a snarky comedian. Sorry to hear about the humiliating sweater, but keep your nose pointed toward the cheese and you can get through anything! (Works for me!!)

Karen Edmisten said...

Smidgey is so cute and witty. :) What a bright spot in my day. Thanks, Smidgey!

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Janice! Smidgey is the perfect muse. :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thank you for your kind words and condolences for my ego. I am taking your advice to heart (and stomach) and will continue in my life long journey toward cheese-topia. I wish you a sweater-free, cheese-filled holiday season. *woof*
Love and licks,

Bridget Magee said...

You are welcome, Karen. I appreciate your compliments (I am quite cute aren't I?) and I wish you many more bright spots (and warm cushions) for the holiday season.
Love and licks,

Ruth said...

Nice job, Smidgey!

Helen Magee said...

Smidgey made me laugh! Don't worry, you'll get ove the humiliation of horizontal stripes. At least that is what my mother said.

Bridget Magee said...

Translation = Thanks, Ruth! :)

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Helen! Smidgey enjoys being laughed at, though I'm not sure she will ever get over the trauma of that sweater. ;)

laurasalas said...

Oh, my gosh! I just found your post. Bridget, I mean, Smidgey, you are adorable! I'm so glad you wrote a biopoem and shared it :>) By the way, you look colorful and huggable in your horizontal stripes. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. xox PS Love your poem--especially the "who gives" line!

Bridget Magee said...

"yippy-yap-yap, Laura!"
Smidgey has restricted access to my computer at the moment, but she told me to tell you that she appreciates your kind words. (I'm sure when I'm not looking, she'll take over my blog once again... ;)

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