by Chocolate
My human has an injured foot
and 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 guilty
that 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 mind:
”cause he’s guilty and he’s kind,
so while he spends more time in seats,
I can munch on extra treats.
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. I shouldn’t be surprised, but she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
Check out my other blog, Techlimitics, where I’m grappling with the nature of simplicity.