As Her Majesty Ordains
An extraordinary show pooch, she was top dog in her class.
Her coat was long and silky and glittered like fine glass.
Her canine teeth were pearly, her tail a lovely plume.
Every eye turned toward her when she walked into a room.
Her master, pumped-up in his pride, gloried in her fame.
Every judge in every show knew her fabled name.
At shows he closely guarded her from every dog she met.
Never took her walking, lest her feet get wet.
Not once had she chased a ball, a rabbit or a stick.
She couldn’t jump in leaves for her coat was just too thick.
Her master feared she’d sully it and he would be the one
who’d pay with time spent grooming her if she had some fun.
But the neighbor was her savior when her master was away,
for he would come into her yard and they would run and play.
Fetching sticks and playing tug-rope and racing through the yard,
she could simply be a doggie and let down her royal guard.
But one day her master came home in the middle of the morning
and caught them in their playtime with nary a pre-warning.
He promptly whistled for his dog to bring it to an end,
casting a baleful look at his pet’s clandestine friend.
But her highness did not deign to come, in spite of all her training.
No matter what her master did, she ended up remaining
close to her only playmate–hoping the yells would end,
but instead her master fumed and shouted at her only friend.
“You hogamadog? I going to steal your cat one day!”
(Did I reveal he was Italian? You know they talk that way.)
And did I say the neighbor had a cat? He did, you know, of course.
(Sometimes when I talk, the cart goes on before the horse.)
But the whole thing ended happily. The neighbor pled his case
and before the day was over, the dog’s master joined the chase.
The neighbor helped with grooming after they all jumped in leaves,
thereby doing in one of the master’s former peeves.
Did I introduce the owner? His first name was Giuseppe.
Oscar was the neighbor, both duplicitous and peppy.
Duchess was the given name of the illustrious bitch
who improved her retrieval once her master learned to pitch.
Prompt words for the day are pearl, fumes, hogamadog and glitter.
I was nominated by my friend Konstanze Venus to post one favorite travel picture a day for ten days without explanation, then to nominate someone else to participate. That’s 10 days, 10 travel pictures, and 10 nominations. I may not make it to the end of ten days, but for now I nominate Derrick Knight . Some people I nominate may be on Facebook and others on blogs. Just post wherever you wish but link to me so I know you have. If you are not interested, no problema.
Nowhere in the rules does it say you can’t guess where the photo was taken and that I can’t agree if you are right, say keep guessing if you aren’t.
Go HERE to see my Travel Challenge, Day 5.
Then and Now
That spontaneous body that moved with swish and sway
never quite believed that there would come a day
when spring would turn to sprang and run turn into ran
and movement would become a thing achieved by plot and plan.
Dancing done in memory raises less of a sweat.
When we swim in remembrance, rarely do we get wet.
Every action has two pleasures. The first is when we do it,
but it’s equally fantastic later on when we review it.
Prompt words today are swish, body, spontaneous and fantastic.
Accessible
Amber
Ambrosial
Craggy
Hallucinogenic
For Paula’s Pick a Word Challenge
ACCESSIBLE
AMBER
AMBROSIAL
CRAGGY
HALLUCINOGENIC
As I was rushing out the door to meet the plumber, I caught sight of this tiny guy and had to unlock the door and go back in and get my camera. Luckily, he was still there when I came back. He was no more than two inches long and a good subject. He maintained his pose with a naturally grumpy look on his face!
I love how much this tiny succulent growing from the end of a branch of its mother plant looks like a yellow rose. The leaves behind it are from a different plant but help to further the ruse.
For Cee’s FOTD
My Travel Challenge Day 2
I was nominated by my friend Konstanze Venus to post one favorite travel picture a day for ten days without explanation, then to nominate someone else to participate. That’s 10 days, 10 travel pictures, and 10 nominations. I may not make it to the end of ten days, but for now I nominate Murdogirl. Some people I nominate may be on Facebook and others on blogs. Just post wherever you wish but link to me so I know you have. If you are not interested, no problema.
Nowhere in the rules does it say you can’t guess where the photo was taken and that I can’t agree if you are right, say keep guessing if you aren’t.
HERE is a link to my Day 3 Travel Challenge post.
In today’s “Red’s Wrap,” Jan Wilberg has done a perfect job of capturing the ennui of Christmas in the year 2020.
My dog just ate my shirt. Well, not the whole shirt, just the left underarm area where there is a chomp out of the cloth like you might see in a cartoon depiction of a dog going after someone’s shirt. My dog went in my closet and selected this shirt. Lest you decide to ask me why I allowed this to happen, let me just say that it’s never happened before. Almost nothing Swirl chews has ever been chewed before and it is this endless variety that keeps our minds off the pandemic that is chasing us down alleys and banging on the door as we speak. So I am oddly grateful for the diversion.
The southwestern style Dots are not bad. I order groceries online. And then a personal shopper texts me and starts telling me about all they things the store doesn’t have, like regular…
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How to Talk Like An American and Make as Much Sense as Some.
This is so cool. How in the world did they memorize the lyrics?
