A Day in the Life
What fresh chaos awaits when / one alights downstairs?
No! No! Stop! Bad dog!
Laundry is NOT a chew toy!
Drop it! Drop it now!
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You did it again!
What happened to my new socks?
Unbelievable!
*****
Sooo, should I ask you
What happened to the rolls of
Good toilet paper?
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Floor confetti... Great.
Where are my insurance forms?
Quite the party, huh?
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Wet, sloppy paw prints
In gloppy mud across my
Fresh-mopped kitchen floor.
*****
Chaos incarnate!
Never a dull moment, eh?
But, that's puppy life.
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Comments (4)
And is your puppy still so oblivious to your moods that they're remain standing there so proud of themselves & pleased as pink, or have they gotten to know you well enough to hang their head & slink away?
Lol, I'm sure many of us would find this relatable! Awesome poem!
Puppy lif indeed. Great stuff.
Loved this!!! Definitely a day in the life!!!