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This Little Doggy (An Updated Nursery Rhyme)

This little doggy went to market.

She likes to get all dressed up to go shopping in high-end stores, buying anything she wants.

 

This little doggy stayed home.

He slept. He’s an old man. Sleeping is one of his favorite things.

 

This little doggy would love to have roast beef, chicken, turkey, pork, pasta, pizza…

He’ll eat almost anything if given the chance.

 

This little doggy had none. Sadly, his person restricts his dietary intake.

On the bright side – he maintains his svelte figure by eating right plus 4-6 hours of vigorous exercise a day.

 

These little doggies went wee wee wee all the way home.

Because they’re so happy to be together.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

Easter Poem

I found these eggs by my front door, brought by the Easter Bunny.

When I looked inside the eggs, I laughed at something funny.

One egg, it was still unhatched, one had a dinosaur,

Stephen filled the other egg which caused my laugh to roar.

After fully hatching, I brought Stephen home.

As soon as he escaped the egg, the man began to roam.

He brought home many creatures, the dogs I liked the best.

They put up with all kinds of stuff, even getting dressed.

Life is full of ups and downs, cloudy days and sunny.

I love the times you don’t expect, like these three Easter Bunnies.

I find every day is a complete and total treasure.

I hope your days are filled with joy and laughter beyond measure.

Perfect Start To The Day

One morning Stephen called me to come downstairs with our dog Dewey so he could look out the front window. A petite woman was across the street walking her 60 pound dog. Dewey loves to look out the window and bark, so it was a perfect start to his day. Before I finished setting him in the bay window, he was barking.

One of Dewey's favorite spots

One of Dewey’s favorite spots

The lady had stopped next to a tree where a squirrel was taunting her dog. The dog was bouncing around the base of the tree looking straight up. We couldn’t see the squirrel, but clearly he could. During the course of 10 minutes, the woman made several attempts to leave with her dog, but he kept pulling her back to the tree. She would try to distract him, they’d walk a few feet and then the dog would drag his owner back.

Upon hearing Dewey’s incessant barking, the lady looked over to our house whereupon we smiled and waved. She reciprocated. Like voyeurs, we were unable to take our eyes off the scene. While waiting for her dog to lose interest in the squirrel, she passed the time with her phone. Attempting to distract the dog again, she made it as far as 20 feet whereupon the dog pulled his owner back to the tree. At one point, when neighborhood dogs started barking, she enticed her dog to move toward the noise. Again after walking about 20 feet, he turned back to the tree, dragging his owner behind.

Maybe tired of standing around or perhaps thinking we were bored with the scene, the lady finally picked her dog up and carried him. We couldn’t stop laughing watching this tiny woman waddle away toting a dog that was nearly as big as her.

When it was all over, we realized this was not only the perfect start to Dewey’s day, but ours as well.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

One more thing. Dewey’s an Italian Greyhound, a breed of dog that’s notoriously quiet. Dewey’s an exception to that rule. Here he is hoping to find his own squirrel.

Size Doesn’t Matter

My household is filled with birds and dogs. The alpha is Amy, our blue-front Amazon parrot. She’s been part of the family for nearly 30 years. Initially she started out as a dog substitute but quickly created a spot all her own, one that can never be replaced.

Our first dog was an Italian Greyhound named Tony. Weighing in at 12 pounds, he was accustomed to being around birds and not eating them. The perfect fit. From the get-go, Tony knew that Amy was top-dog. Even though she was much smaller than him, he would never look her in the eye and usually kept his distance. Regularly, Amy would assert her position by climbing down her cage and chasing Tony across the room. She knew he was afraid of her and enjoyed reminding him of their hierarchy.

Years later, we still have Italian Greyhounds and the parrot continues to reign supreme. Recently, when giving Amy a shower, we captured footage of her unique relationship with our dog Dewey. Just as the dogs before him, Dewey clearly knows his place.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

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