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Feeding the pack
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Feeding the pack |
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WolfsMate Member
since 2000-01-14
Posts 121New York |
At fifteen he’s a picky eater Mackie’s a slob but Cleo is neater All three have to be fed As soon as I leave the bed A home cooked meal for their delight Sometimes they will growl and fight For each morsel is a prize In each of my puppies eyes Scooby treats are their desserts Don’t touch Seamie’s he’s old but alert He cannot see or hear them come near But he can smell them when they appear Cleo likes to wait to last Before starting on her repast Mackey eats all that is left behind Slurping and slopping but I don’t mind With Seamus I often sit and wait Often times to work a bit late He’ll push at the bowl with his nose And paw at the floor with his toes After a fashion he’ll decide to eat Hoping to find some sweet sausage meat He’s the old boy, but a puppy too Without him I don’t know what to do After that there’s cats to feed Then the Parrot to finish the deed Feeding the pack is never a chore For these are the babies that I adore |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Cute poem  We have a bunch of animals too. Amazing how much we can love the furry/feathered guys. |
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