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He Never Gives Up
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He Never Gives Up |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown 
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~By Sue~ What is it with this dog I have Doesn't he know I want to sleep Before the sun even comes up My dreams he does not let me keep He starts his whinning at the door Scratches at my door too Insisting I get out of bed My hours of sleep are very few He does not know it just quite yet Soon he will have a brand new home Since he insists on waking me Before the critters start to roam 9-20-02 |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Maybe the two of you should sit down and talk this out over a bowl of Kibble....hehe ~ smiles ~ EA |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Do I ever know this scene...they're so useless but priceless...mine is similar.. She looks at me with soft brown eyes That melts my heart, and then she sighs And rests her head upon my knee And turns her soulful gaze on me. The rough, wet tongue that licks my hands The bark that says she understands The paw that lifts in supplication The eyes so filled with adoration. But wait!-that dog is at my plate She stole my meal, my T-bone steak Oh you worthless, selfish bitch Who will not heel and will not fetch Who does not heed me when I call Leaves muddy tracks along the hall And sneaks into my fresh made bed Leaves hair and slobber on the spread Who gulps her food in seconds flat And then is sick upon the mat And yet without a pause will then Proceed to gulp it down again And I don't think it's very nice To gulp you food and eat it twice. Oh you filthy, flea hound creature Can I find one worthwhile feature This time won't save you from the pound You loathsome, faithless, rotten hound! She looks at me with soft, brown eyes That melts my heart, and then she sighs Her lashing tail and wriggling bottom Means all my anger is forgotten. [This message has been edited by Toerag (09-20-2002 08:20 AM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Yes, I just love how Linda said it, may you sit down and talk this over puppy chow! (sigh) This is a touching and cute poem, sweet friend, God Bless You Both, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Sue, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
It must be a doggie thing, cause ours does the exact same thing. Pounces on the bed and stands there staring at us at 4 a.m. I'm going to take Linda's advice and chat with mine over kibble. hehehe This is precious Sue. Marti |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
SmartChick I think Toe has the best answer, enjoyed. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I grumble a lot at my cats... they don't understand the concept of Saturdays and when their little tummy alarms go off, I'm supposed to roll out and obey the bosses! LOL But I wouldn't trade them for the world! Toe definitely has it right (and I love his poem... that deserves a post of its own!)... when they turn on the love, every aggravation is forgotten and forgiven. *S* |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SweetSue~ LOL ... you wouldn't have it any other way ! I trained mine to 'sleep in'~  *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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