Puppy Poetry: Throw That Toy!

I love playing fetch
It’s a game that gives me joy
I’ll bring you a squeaky…
Then, come on, throw that toy!

Don’t toss the other way
Don’t try to be so coy
We play the way I’m running.
Now, come on, throw that toy!

I like to race ahead
Then I freeze and enjoy
As I wait to pounce, watching…
Oh, come on, throw that toy!

Then I see it whiz above
And I think, “Oh, boy!”
I grab and squeak like crazy.
Oh yeah, she threw that toy!!!

   
          

Puppy Poetry: My Allergies

I have doggy allergies,

They bother me year round.

Even with my medicines,

My symptoms are profound.

I get itchy skin spots,

And ear infections, too.

There’s yeast in my paws,

My eyes are full of goo.

They make me pretty sleepy,

And so I nap a lot.

My nose is always running,

With lots of extra snot.

So Mom fusses over me,

I suppose she aims to please.

But when she leans in for a kiss,

I almost always sneeze!

Puppy Poetry: Rainy Days

Rainy Days

We've had a lot of rain here,

Falling in big drops from the sky.

The grass is green and happy,

But I prefer staying dry.

That rain makes it difficult,

To go outside and do my duty.

With the grass so sopping wet,

It gets all over my booty!

So I've come to a conclusion.

And I know just what I'll do.

Until the sun comes out again,

I'll refuse to go out to poo!

Staying inside...and staying dry...

Holiday Poetry

The other day I found out about a Holiday Poetry Contest on a blog written by a doggy who's training to be a guide dog. Pretty cool, huh? His name is Rudy.

Anyway, to enter the contest you just write a poem. And the prize for the contest is...TOYS. How could I pass up this opportunity? My sis Lexi-Lou used to write poems on her blog, so I figured it was about time that Mom helped me out with one, too. And I mean, seriously, I could use some more toys.

So, I submitted my poem over on Rudy's blog, but I figured I'd post it here, too. I sorta like how it turned out. Just remember that this poem is entirely fiction. Honest. It's fiction.

An Important Reminder

Santa Paws is coming

Just as long as we’re all good

So we have to mind our parents

And behave as we should.

If we all can make it

The payoff is sublime

But we all must behave

…Most of the time!

Cookies, treats, and dog beds

Some fun squeaky toys

Oh, you know I love those

And their squeaky noise!

So no misbehaving, please

Or Santa won’t appear.

We just can’t have a repeat

Of what happened last year!

Don’t chase the neighbor

No puking on the bed

We shouldn’t chew on slippers.

Only eat what we’re fed.

Keep those all in mind, of course,

But most importantly,

This year no one potty

On our Christmas tree!

Ta dah! There's my poem. If you want to enter Rudy's contest yourself, just head on over to his blog.

And remember...that poem was fiction. Well, except for the part about me liking toys.