The door has been opened, just for me. A fuzzy blur chased right up a tree. Oh boy, I'm finally free. I breeze through the trees. A quick stop, to destroy a flea. A stern voice of trouble, surely it isn't for me. Oh boy, I'm still free. Look another fuzzy goes up a tree. He's exhausted at last but I'm still gonna flee. Just a little more while I'm still free. A look of disappointment and it's definitely for me. Another b...
A poem written by kscorn080(Pete), long, long ago Old Bill The old man sat on the porch step The children all gathered around He told them stories about his life Concerning wealth that he'd never found He told them stories about his dogs and his cats Some about the people he'd met The children would listen in wonder and awe As his old one-eyed dog they would pet He was a grizzled old man His clothes were just rags There w...
Had it been three months since everything changed? Marcus remembered that day as if it were only yesterday. He got up that morning, same time as always, six sharp. He ate breakfast, fed the cat and took the dog for a walk. It was the same as every morning. The cat, Nemo was a gift from his ex-wife. They had a love hate relationship, the cat and he. Every time he tried to touch the damn creature, Nemo hissed and bit at him...
Two friends were smoking, enjoying the hour: An old dog wheezed, even creaked, at their feet “Soon so soon, the dog-god she’ll go to meet, Pain she’s in makes her shake and cower, When she goes I’ll plant her in the bower.” "Like the cookies? They’re made from real good sheet The strained off leaves are in a pile out back." Ol’ dog staggered out, no great show of power She ate the cast off and laid still as death Stoners...
Hello my friend, you're getting oldYour hair is turning greyYou still don't show that in your strideIn how you face the dayYou came to us, just skin and bonesA shaking bag of fearYou cowered down and hid away If anyone came nearYour body marked with cigaret burnsSo faster you would startAnd win the race to make them richBut you never won their heartAnd when you slowed, could not competeTo win and make the dayThey simply b...
I enter your room softly and quietly. The dog sleeping on the floor wags his tail, as he wakes. I walk to your bed and stand gazing down, as you sleep. Your covers lay in a heap at your feet. You sleep on your side with your back to me and the room. As I gaze at you, you roll over and look up at me. I hear a tiny voice say, "Appa." I smile at you, as you giggle watching me. That sound makes my day and warms my heart. I am...
** some may find to sad to read **We brought him home as a 6 month old puppy. Our only pet. We named him Renegade after a college mascot. ( funny how 13 years later my daughter attends that school!) He was the only for many years. Protecting us, loving us, inseparable. When he hit 9 years old we assumed his time was limited and got another pup, Duke. It took 3 solid months to get Renegade to accept the puppy but he did, a...
Every night I walk into my house He attacks me with his fearless paws And those fierce teeth He scratches my flesh and he barks vulgar words I see wickedness in his eyes When he has done Trampling on my lifeless body He sticks out his tongue to show victory This is rather a weakness I am there Bare Crying Tears flows down my cheeks I rise in my bed He is there too I married an animal My husband behaves Just like a Dog. Ch...
I came to live with this family in 1988, when they moved across the country, leaving family and friends behind in search of a new beginning and a better life. I was already here in California, waiting for a new home and family to watch over. They arrived here on New Year's Day into a motel where they lived for six weeks while their new house became ready for them. To become familiar with where they lived, they ventured ou...
Eloise, my mom, milked cows for a round faced dairy farmer named Bob Krump. He was having a bad year. There was a pile of black and white calves freezing near the corner of an unused corral. A few bears had been coming from the gray brush behind the house to eat calves. They had started reaching over the pens and helping themselves to live calves. They had knocked down part of the barbed wire fence in the misty grey brush...
"Hello, boy." "Woof." It's Twink, actually. "Here, boy." "Woof. Woof." Watch it, stranger. Don't go getting familiar. I need to check you out first, give you a good sniffing and... "C'mon, boy. Come here." "Woof. Woof." What's with the orders? I don't think I like your attitude. This is MY neighborhood and I'm a double-hard Jack Russel. So behave or I'll... "Come on. Come here, you little..." "Woof. Woof. Woof." Right. Th...
Something strange happened... Some time this week. Time has bled so much, I can’t tell what day it is, or what I’m doing much, apart from a peach fuzzy sort of fuzz. Buzz. Probably the lack of sleeping causing all the buzzy fuzz, but that’s not my point. I’ll get to my point in a moment, but first some background. Background is important to this story, musing, whatever. Writing piece, we shall call it. I love guitars, of...
Everyone in the village liked Raffi- the friendly mongrel dog who lived near the bus station, in an improvised kennel made of wooden crates. Though not pure- blooded, Raffi looked impressive, maybe because he had gotten many of the genes of his granny – karakachan dog with a pedigree. Everyone knew Raffi and many fed him regularly so he had managed to pick up flesh. After his owner died three years ago, Raffi started roam...
I had new tea tonight. Vanilla Chai to be exact. It’s an art form, getting that stuff just right. So far I’ve not mastered it, but I will. I love the challenge of getting new tea and having to learn how to brew it for the perfect taste.Non tea drinkers might be sitting scratching their heads thinking “what’s the big deal? You just shove a tea bag in a cup with some milk, pour some boiling water on and remove the bag, what...
I had a nice office job on post, Fort Hood, Texas. I lived right outside the air field gate. I had a blue healer named Tito, and I enjoyed taking him for walks. His leash hung from the door handle, and he would push it into the door so the the snap clicked, reminding me. He was a charmer. When it would rain I would try to catch him at the door and wipe his feet so he wouldn't track up the house. He would inevitably get aw...
