My son-in-law’s and daughter’s dynamic duo dogs:
THAT DOG DON’T HUNT
Fond of saying, that dog don’t hunt,
yet his Springer flies through the air
with the greatest of ease, not a trace
of his size. Like Clifford, the renowned
big-red-dog, he has no idea his scope,
lacks grace — compares himself to
Little Bit. As if
there’s hawks in the house, you must
watch when sitting on the couch.
Tripp is eyeing you, his vantage point,
ready to take off, at your slightest weakness.
If he’s shutoff downstairs, he’s at the tippy-top
raising Cain; or outside, his nose’s pressed
to the sliding door. He melts your heart,
Aw, let him in… he’s the kingpin,
the checkmate, yet Little Bit
bares his teeth, old pepperpot
encourages his own rub —
quite the doggy stew. we love…
1/11/2022
potty train
small brain
to loo
till through
turn light
on bright
pee or poo?
one or two?
wee boy
has toy
great fun
small bum
wee kid
lift lid
on stool
hold tool
small wee
big pee
shower
power
aim, fire
no! higher!
whoops, missed
mom pissed
kid frown
sit down
boo hoo
no poo
big push
wipe tush
now flush
big gush!
old rule
close stool
small sink
succinct
faucets turn
don’t burn!
soap cup
wash up
scrubba dub
(not in tub)
rinse off
small scoff
towel dry
give a try
shutoff light
outta sight
repeat
so sweet
lesson learned
didies burned