…my memory wandered back to the summer evenings — not so very long ago, perhaps, if one but adds up the years, but a long, long while ago if one measures Time by feeling… ~Jerome K. Jerome, English writer and humorist, Novel Notes, 1893
You’re
A true
Paradox.
Funny? Oh, yes.
Challenging? For sure.
But life would be diff’rent
Had you not come to stay here
With me five years ago this month.
You’ve cost me money, chewed up your toys,
Thrown up on my rugs, barked at all noises.
But everything can be redeemed, can’t it?
Despite a rough puppyhood, you’ve grown
And become an adult Sheltie
Anyone could be proud of.
I think you’re here to stay!
Happy Gotcha Day
To my Monkey.
I love you,
Silly
Boy!
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree. Monkey’s Gotcha Day is Feb. 20, 2021 (yes, he’s a Pandemic Puppy!)
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
Debbie, I’m sitting here sipping my morning coffee and reading this, all the while SMILING from ear to ear. You are soooooooooooo cleaver with words! And I enjoy the various poetry forms you share, because that in itself, adds to the “art” of each poem!
“Happy Gotcha Day
To my Monkey.
I love you, Silly
Boy!”
ADORABLE photo of The Monk! Happy Friday, my friend! Wishing you (and The Monk) a super great weekend! X
Aw, gee, Ron, you’re making me blush! I’m so pleased to hear you liked my poem … and the Monk’s adorable picture. He does cute things! I still find it hard to believe he’s been here five years. After such a rough puppyhood, he’s turning into a pretty decent adult — about time, too, ha! XX
How wonderful… happy Gotcha Day! 💕
Thank you, Eliza. The weather turned cold again overnight. Sigh. Just when I was hoping the Groundhog was wrong, ha!
Has it really been 5 years? You wrote the perfect poem to mark the occasion, Debbie. I’m so glad you two made it through all those trying times together. Congratulations! And best wishes for smooth sailing in the coming years.
Barbara, I think I’m going to need those wishes for smooth sailing in the Monk’s coming years. Five is approaching senior dog territory, and I’m hoping his “golden years” aren’t a repeat of his puppyhood. None of us are getting any younger though, right?!
I can’t believe it’s been five years! You’ve marked the occasion with a wonderful poem. Someday I’ll try a double etheree; I haven’t yet, but you certainly show how it’s to be done. I was thinking about you and Monk the other day, wondering when mud season is going to begin for you, and if you’ll make use of the same coping mechanisms this year. Here’s to a wonderful future with your friend!
You haven’t tried a double etheree? Seriously? Well, let me encourage you to do so, Linda. It’s lots of fun, actually, and seeing the lines increase and decrease according to the form is plenty satisfying. Mud season. Humph. Yes, it’s coming. The weather people keep reminding us we’re in a drought. One said the other day that it’s going to take a tropical rainfall of at least 8 inches to pull us out. And the likelihood of that is pretty slim. You’d think the snow would help, but even when it melts, it doesn’t add much to the water table. You’d never know that by my muddy backyard, though!
A-w-w-w, so sweet! A rough start, perhaps, but now he’s your own dear Monkey. Surely there is a lesson in that.
I think he’s always known he’s here permanently! Despite my blowing smoke about rehoming him, ha!
Happy Gotcha Day Monkey!
Thanks, Dawn. He’s certainly trying to live up to his name!
Happy Gotcha Day, Monkey. Like Linda I can’t believe it has been five years.
John, I have trouble realizing that, too. We get buried in the weeds for so long that when we finally come up for air and realize how much time has passed, we’re amazed. Shocked, even.
So true. 😊
I love when you do this form of poetry. Good job!
That is a precious photo of Monkey. Happy Gotcha Day, sweet boy!
Aw, thanks much, Kelly. I’m glad you liked both the poem and the photo. The Monk does so many cute things, it’s hard not getting a good picture of him!