Speckled Puppy

Posted on April 4, 2015 by Debbie

Trying to get home perhaps
Perhaps looking to get away
Away from abuse or too much love
Love that fattened a speckled puppy
Puppy with a brown leather leash
Leash that once meant long walks
Walks turn into frantic scrambling
Scrambling to find a way back home
Home before day turns into night.

Note: Driving home from Good Friday services, I caught sight of a small brown and white dog, perhaps a setter, trying to squeeze its pudgy self beneath a wire fence beside the interstate.

A long leash was attached to its collar. There were no houses nearby; just a gas station.

Part of me wanted to stop and help. To find the little guy’s owner, certain that some poor youngster would be missing her BFF and spending the night in tears.

The other part won out. I didn’t know if the dog was rabid, if it had left a situation worse than running along the highway, or if it knew exactly where it was and intended to get home in due time.

Don’t you think that people who take on the responsibility of a pet should care for it better??

P.S. This poetry form is called Chain Verse (and no, I didn’t know it either, before I did some proper research!!)

P.S. 2. Happy Easter to all my wonderful online friends!!

Giving Mama Some Space

Posted on March 15, 2015 by Debbie

Dallas here.

Mama’s on a tear, and I’m hiding low. Watching her as usual, but out of harm’s way.

Because I’ve lived with her long enough to know two things:

1) She gets like this when she’s stressed, and

2) This, too, shall pass.

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Who Gets the Bully?

Posted on February 26, 2015 by Debbie

A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down. ~Robert Benchley

Recently, I found myself tuned in to Cesar Milan (you know, the Dog Whisperer), and he was promoting an upcoming show in which a couple needed his help with their bulldog mix who’d bitten their 3-year-old child.

The couple trained horses for a living, and the mom — despite the boy’s scars, despite her husband’s pleas to get rid of the dog — prided her abilities and refused to admit defeat. Even if the dog bit the boy again.

What was she thinking??

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