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I am Pepé le Pew!

A loving and lighthearted poem about my rescued dog.

There lives a dog who is six pounds and quite accustomed to many names, but none serve her more suitably than Pepé le Pew! Pepé le Pew has ears misproportioned to the size of her tiny head; did I mention one ear flops? No, no I believe I did not. She chases her tail and whines at a high pitch, flips on her back and bends her tiny paws, kisses are bountiful–but oh my, Pepé le Pew, you have bad breath! A delightful source o...

How Much Is The Doggie in the Window?

How much is the doggie in the window

There was a friendly dog. He had been looking for his forever home. An older gentleman who came in and inquired of the doggie.  The dog wagged his tail. He said, smiling, "Want to come home with me little guy?"        

Rex

A money-making pet kidnap scheme should not try and capture 'Rex'.

It was brilliant. In fact, it was genius. He surprised himself at just how great his idea actually was, and it led him to ponder whether or not all great ideas came from the murky depths of a mind fuelled by alcohol. He was fast on the way to becoming drunk, as he certainly wasn’t sober. Did all great philosophers and inventors get their ideas from the shadowy realms of the subconscious? he wondered, presented to them in...

And the dog howled...

The silly Jingles family and their dog get into some trouble during their picnic

One bright and beautiful summer's day, The Jingles family --Mom, Dad and their two kids-- decided to go on a picnic and play at the park. They packed a big basket filled with submarine sandwiches, fresh fruit and their favourite delicious cookies as a special treat. They packed everything up in their car. Dad said, “Ho! Ho!” Mom said, “Hee! Hee!” The kids said, “Ha! Ha!” Unfortunately, they were so excited to get going th...

The Tumultuous Tale of a Tormented Terrier

This is a more or less true account of what happened that day.

The Tumultuous Tale of the Tormented Terrier Well, let me tell you, it was like this. Once upon a time, our humble hovel was being run by the daughter-unit’s pet, a small, cute, cuddly and constantly yapping Yorkshire Terrier that answered to the name, Puh-Pet, but only if she happened to be in the mood. She loved nothing better than people-food treats and patroling the backyard. Since it was unfenced she had to be hitche...

Investigations of a Kafkaesque Nature

A walk in the park is not necessarily a walk in the park if you know what I mean.

I’m running through a lush field of yellow grass blades after a black cat under a blue sky. The cat jinks this way and that but I’m gaining on him. I’ve never run so fast in my life. It’s like I’m flying over the grasses and through the bushes. It’s like I’m synchronized with all motion and I’m lying still inside the motion while the universe is doing the running and the cat and I are one with it, but I am getting closer....

Lost and Found

A Short Tale of Dogged Determination

  MARTIN HANDED A MUG of fresh coffee to Jane and slid into the seat opposite her at the breakfast table, pausing a moment before he spoke. “Jane, I need to ask you something.” Caught off guard by the statement, she slopped a little of the steaming liquid. “You always do that when I’m holding a drink,” she chided gently, dabbing the spill with a napkin. Her lighthearted tone belied the knot in her stomach, which was quite...

Writer's Block

A Short Tale of Seaside Serendipity

  THE CALENDAR TAUNTED JANE, its little yellow-highlighted square outlined in a bold red stroke mocking her lack of progress. ‘You’re going to miss the deadline, you know. I’m just six weeks away now,’ it scoffed. ‘Whatever made you apply for that fellowship anyhow, and what could the panel have been thinking when they gave it to you? You’re no writer; you’ve proven that over the past ten and half months.’ She glared at i...

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Scamp is a small long tailed monkey and is always planning things. Sparky is a Jack Russell terrier who is wise and tries to keep Scamp out of mischief. They are best friends. They live on a big farm with lots of friends and a sweet human lady who is patient and kind.It was early afternoon and the Lady wanted to visit the library in town. Scamp and Sparky loved hearing about the library and what it looked like. They loved...

Memories in a cloud

what do you see in clouds

Richard lay down on the grass in the garden holding a chewed ball, looking up at the clouds.  Seeing the familiar shapes floating past.He watched a Rocketship float passed, a shark swimming quickly, and then an image of his old dog.Just for a moment, she was there.  It was as if she was still watching over him.  He missed her.  “She is suffering you have to let her go!” his mum had said, and Michel knew she was right.  Th...

Sweet Goodbyes

A short poem about saying goodbye to a pet, whose been a big part of your life.

I cried that day, as you passed awayIn my arms, where you did layThe warmth of your body, on those long cold nightsThe feel of your love, as we cuddled up tightYou were my love, my hope, always there for meAnd I was there for you when you'd want me to beThat sadness in your eyes, as you close them tightI whisper to you, your final goodnightHugs, words, nothing will ease this painMy love for you shall forever remainAs I hu...

Welshdreamer42

It's A Dog's Life

A few thoughts over coffee

It's sunny this morning. No, really, it is. It's one of those rare spring days where the sun is managing to melt away the candy-floss haze, leaving behind glorious clear, blue skies. Coffee in hand, I'm in my garden, plopped on a bench. It's bright enough to require sunglasses and there's heat on my face. What a change from the usual chilly, British grey.The birds certainly like it. They’ve all gone loopy with squawks and...

The Last Words of Bruno

Who knew Bruno had so much to say?

Bruno was on his deathbed. He’d lived a good long life, closing in on eighty-four years old. The Salerno family, from south Philly, gathered around: Mom, dad, son, and daughter. Mom could barely contain herself. She placed her hand on her loved ones’ brow, sobbing uncontrollably. Bruno turned his head towards her. He struggled to lift it up, inching closer, as if to tell her something, maybe for the last time. His mouth o...

The Unicorn and the Frog

A sad tale of princes, dogs and frogs.

This is a sad tale Not one I like to tell But still it must me told So what the hell There was a Unicorn That was cursed by Kiera To become a frog by dawn You can see why people fear her He was a handsome Prince Not originally a frog As gorgeous as he once was She first made him a dog Well, that didn't work Nothing she tried did He chased her through the forest Tears did meet her eyes She used the power of her horn The po...

Billy

The Advocate

Chapter 5 The Advocate Billy lay there not moving, the woman had pulled him up on her lap blocking him from the snowfall . Both dogs now were lying beside him, Bennie the smaller of the two Huskies was still whining from time to time sniffing the collie. Her soft voice and fingers relaxed the collie; it had been a long time since he had felt this sort of affection. Her name was Kaye Smith; she was in her late 20's, an imp...