A Day in the Life of a Puppy Mom
Let me take a moment of your time as you read this note from me
And picture this scene out of my own personal kind of reality
I sit here and compose a message to you and you and him
And listen to the sounds of a soft snoring musical kind of hymn
My small and so adorable Pugs are curled up here at my feet
With not a care in the world except when do we next get to eat
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My day is quieter than some, I’ll gladly admit
Cuz so far just once I had to clean a load of their sweet little shit
They run about here and there outside to do what they must
But come right back in to leave a dump amongst all my household dust
Having Puppies at my age shows one sure thing, I can say
I must have been fair crazy to give in once more to a pleading, begging Ray
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“They’ll be so sweet and cuddly, Helen my dear”, he verbally airs
Before discovering I am so very allergic to just their type of ‘hair’
He chides me if I complain as though they were begot from his very loins
And I tell everyone I’ll sell them for a dollar and a couple of copper coins
Ah Gee I kind of love the guys in spite of all the itching and work
I can’t be seen to be an unnatural unloving animal hater kind of jerk
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So once more I implore the little guys to poop & pee out on the grass
And hope against all odds that I won’t have to endure another smelly ass
But Ray will come home and greet them with effusive joy and love.
I stand by for a peck on my cheek and “Hey! What’s for tonight’s Grub?”
But I still have some humor to get me through another puppy day
As I kneel at my bedside at night, please no more shitty messes, I earnestly pray!
You’re hilarious Helen! You missed one of your callings—-and I don’t mean picking up shit! Love, M
lol…..maybe that’s just what I was meant to be doing….cleaning up…..
What a poet you are. Wordsworth would be proud of you. LOL.
Helen, you are truly a hoot! and a poetic hoot at that – move over Shakespeare, Medeiros has arrived !!