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 newsletter, Artisanal Scribbles, where I’m grappling with writing, authentic human authorship, integrity, and the craft of beauty in the AI age. You can also find some of my old software projects at GitHub. Nothing very impressive. I mostly wrote tiny utilities in Python and shell scripts. I’m mostly retired from coding nowadays.
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