by Chocolate My human has an injured footand so can’t walk too far.He doesn’t know I get it,I can wait ’til he’s back to par. He feels bad and guiltythat we’re missing daily miles,But I can run & play in my back yard;I tell him with some smiles. One part of this that I don’t Continue reading

My human family has no clueAbout this fact I have for you:When they can’t sniff, although they try,It’s ’cause their nose is up too high! If they watch me, they might learnTo recognize, detect, discernTheir local world (the stuff I know).The key is simple: nose down low! -Chocolate Continue reading

Dogs like me, we know the time;we do not need a clock.I know, you see, when breakfast’s dueand when we take a walk. I do enjoy my schedule;I like a set routine.It helps me feel relaxed and safeif you know just what I mean. My new friend Birdie likes her mealsto come when she awaits,But Continue reading

Humans are weird;they “wash” out of fright.They wreck all the sniffswhen my stuff is just right. My blanket was perfect!Aroma was fine!It’s how everybodycould know it was mine. But then it was stolenand what they did…man!They can’t smell the soapsudsbut it’s mine, and I can. So listen up, people,there’s more than one “clean,”and to force Continue reading

My partner is Birdie;we talked; she’s a “cat.”We don’t have anotherfamily member like that. She’s small and she’s younger.Her fur’s gray like smoke,and we found out we laughat the same kind of joke. We both started our livesby just living outsidebut now as a familywe are safe, warm, and dry. Birdie is skinny;she was hungry, Continue reading

My family just grew;there’s a member who’s new.Not to be wordy,Her name is Birdie. -Chocolate Continue reading

Those noisy birdswould you believe?They fly awayuntil I leave. They seem to thinkthat it’s okayto just ignorethe things I say. What I tell themisn’t hard:“Go land insomeone else’s yard!” It almost makes meblow my stack:every timeI turn my back, There they areignoring me’cause I can’t fly(which they can see.) So now it’s warand I will Continue reading

senses My human family’s very nice.I have to say they try;It’s not their fault I do thingsand they cannot figure why. I guess they’re smart (or sort of),but a way that they are dense isthat they have never figured outthat I have extra senses. When I come into any room,I know (I’m never off),The best Continue reading

Breakfast is my favorite meal,but first I have a job.My first task is to wake my friend;the one who does doorknobs. Our first inspection? My back yardI check that it’s all fine.Then back inside and in a flashA breakfast dish is mine. My friend does silly human stuff;“Coffee” he will say.It doesn’t matter much to Continue reading

Those squirrels are annoyingwith their chatter and their scoldsI always try to catch themjust to see the chase unfold. I’ve tried before —so far I’ve missed.But I won’t stop;I’m an optimist! -Chocolate Continue reading