At a loss for concentration: run through a series of
small chores. Some washing is done, the pros and cons of different sizes of
paper guillotines are considered. I'm surprised to find I have made the bed,
and part cleaned the cooker.
What I don't do is either forgotten or not a surprise.
I am cross with Dog for ignoring me, when she pounces
across the crop field in pursuit of swooping birds: she should not run through
the crop, nor pick and choose loyalty. She walks back to the house at heel, on
a lead, head down, tail at slow wag.
I am cross with her, she knows.
Yet that utter glee of pursuit, ears and tongue
flailing, is the image that comes to me over and over, bounce by bounce.
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My dog wrote a haiku the other day that your dog will appreciate, speaking of "owner is crabby with me."
Baths suck.
Rolling in poo is fun.
Dilemma.
It's not in proper haiku format, but what can you expect? She is a dog. A mutt, at that. Lack of proper schooling, and it shows.
Yours looks like a supremely loved and happy pooch.
I agree with Stephanie--you are lucky dog is still barking at you!
I think her nose is authentic, Geo, though she may surprise with this too.
Lately she has had a haircut and therefore escaped being adorned. Tic season!
Still makes me laugh though, even with frumpy ears.