Liver Man, Rama
He was such a perfect boy when we drove North in the truck.
He played with his toys and slept and nothing ran amuck.
But when he got to his new home with all his finery and glory,
Aye, yay yay, it was another story.
The tuggy toy he got from the feed store shelf
Was soon a pile of fluff and felt.
There he was chewing away on the naked squeaker.
At least it wasn't the stereo speaker or my favorite sneaker.
He spent nine months confined to a barn,
At first he treated the world with alarm and glee.
Out in the world there was much to see
And eat for this 10 month old spotted puppy.
First it was my couch and then my bed
That he got into his head
Should be his instead of mine
Getting him off took an act of Congress or Intervention Divine.
My old spotted lady put this interloper into his place
That is, until she too was charmed by this smiley pup face.
Soon she too was displaced from my bed.
Here was this liver spotted pup snuggling up instead.
At first it was sweet until one of his feet
Embraced my face and the heat
Became unbearable. He openly scoffed
While I shouted, "Off".
So I got out of bed and unceremoniously
Dumped him on his head.
He looked up with great surprise
In his eyes. No more on the bed did he rise.
But how can I not love this silly-faced dog,
This spotted bed hog?
His whole body wiggle
Sets me to giggle.
Around the yard he flies with my shoe,
With a glint in his eye and me in a stew.
When he plays tug of war with my Corgi boy
My heart fills with joy.
He's a keeper
This toy's grim reaper
I think I'll keep this dog,
This spotted bed hog.
And stay tuned for the next Rama drama.
Jan N.
Clinton, MT |
