Sometimes dogs are happy.
Sometimes dogs are sad.
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Well today, that’s just too bad.
Tag Archives: Dogs
A Day At The Beach
A dog and his man
Hopped into a van
And drove down to the ocean.
The dog jumped in the surf
And rolled in the turf
While the man put on suntan lotion.
The man made sand castles,
The dog ate some tassles.
They both watched a volleyball game.
The dog chased rubber balls
And peed on brick walls,
And the man covertly did the same.
The man and his doggy
Wet, dirty, and soggy,
Hopped back in their automobile.
And they drove back home,
Covered in sand and loam,
With the dog in control of the wheel.
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Wild Thing
Cute and lively,
Covered in hair,
Running and screaming
Everywhere.
A long fur coat
And her tongue out at me
In the hotel bar:
My wife to be.
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One Ounce Lighter
Some called me “Alpha,”
Some called me “Spot.”
The spot-callers betrayed me,
And joking I’m not.
I went in the Mazda,
Promised a w-a-l-k,
Not once thinking of
What they soon took away.
Some called me “Alpha,”
Some called me “Spot.”
Some days I woke up horny.
These days I do not.
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Dog and Friends!
A dog should be your best friend.
A dog could be your pal.
Alas, it seems that most dogs
Are primitive and banal.
Then I looked at people
And all of my human friends
And I saw that they, like dogs
Have behavior that needs the mends.
Both parties are prone to eat to much,
And they both crave attention.
Both are oddly furry
And deserve a day’s detention.
So I suppose that friends and dogs
At times can be quite trite,
But I’d not give up on either,
For I love both with all my might.
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The Big Shootout
It was high noon on the eighth of June
And the town was hushed as mice.
Two cowpokes faced off outside the saloon,
Their gazes cold as ice.
A coyote howled on some distant hill,
But the fighters stances held.
And they stood, and stood, and stood stock still,
Or so I have been telled.
Then, lightning fast, Bill Hoover the Blue
Drew his silver gun.
Snakebite Stanley whipped his out too,
And they shot under the scorching sun.
No blood was spilled that fateful day,
Though the duo fired twelve rounds.
Two dogs took the bullets, they leapt in the way
And it died, two peace-loving hounds.
That fight was intense, under the suns scorching rays
But it was never made into a film, ’cause, well,
You can kill pretty much anything in movies these days
But kill a dog, and you’re going to Hell.
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Dogs
It’s a nasty bit of evolution
That humans ever evolved.
Why couldn’t the world have been made
So around dogs it revolved?
Dogs are gentle, kind, and free.
They never need to complain.
A floppy tongue of a doggy smile
Can ease any human pain.
A dog can live quite simply
Amused all day by a branch.
We humans instead entertain ourselves
With trips to China or Franch.
Dogs are faithful and low maintenance.
The scratch when they feel itches.
I really do not understand
Why some call women bitches.
So that’s my rant on dogs today,
And I am happier now.
Excuse me reader, as I leave
To milk an electronic cow.
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