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 (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, 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. You can also find some of my minor software projects at GitHub. Nothing very impressive. I mostly write tiny utilities in Python.
I find myself suddenly de-corporatized (their choice, not mine). To help keep the lights on, buy me a coffee!