Other Things # 25 – The Sillies

January 18, 2021 was a sad day because I had to put down Cody Code, one of the sweetest dogs ever born. Had he lived another week, he would have been 15 years and 7 months. We were lucky to have him for as long as we did, and I still fill with tears when I think about him.

We have two other dogs, Bobbi and Sonny. Bobbi is a Bichon Shih Tze Yorkie, and Sonny is a Maltese Poodle cross. Bobbi will be 11 in June, and Sonny will be 4 in May. Because of the age spread, we could envision Sonny being alone for a long time, and we don’t want that to happen, so we got a puppy. Robbie is the same mix as Bobbi, and he was born on January 3rd.

Those of you who have had puppies around know that they are somewhat exhausting, like any baby. As a result, I’ve decided that I’m only going to post once a week for a while. As I type this, Robbie is asleep on my lap, and he couldn’t be more adorable. However, eventually, he’ll awaken. Anyway, that’s what’s happening in my life right now, and so I’m slowing things down so I don’t get frazzled as I concentrate on house-breaking Robbie and avoid stepping on him. (I found myself feeling somewhat frazzled today, and my “frazzledom” is what has motivated this post.) Below are pictures of “The Sillies”.

This is the wonderful Cody Code
This is Sonny McGregor
This is Bobbi McGregor (female)
This is Robbie McGregor with his stuffed animals

The Martians

My brother likes to spy on me

cause Dean’s a little brat,

so one day, I decided

I’d fix that little rat!

My friend, Tommy, helped me plan

the way that I’d get even.

Dean would overhear us talk,

so he would be believin’.

Tom and I went to my room

cause we knew Dean was hiding.

Yes, down beneath my double bed,

Rat Dean was residing.

We settled down to have our chat

once I’d closed the door.

It was the time that I’d prepared

to even up the score.

“I sure miss Mars,” I said to Tom.

He said, “I miss it too.

Our invasion’s going well.

The Earthlings have no clue.”

I said, “We Martians are too smart

to ever be revealed,

because inside of human beings,

we are now concealed.”

“I sure miss eating bugs,” I said.

Tom said, “I miss that too.”

“But,” I said and slyly smiled,

“I’m snacking on a shoe.”

“I miss flying like a bird,”

said Tom, “but we’ll soon soar

throughout these skies and everywhere,

that’s once we’ve won the war.”

I said, “The Earthlings sure are doomed.

For them — it is the grave,

because we Martians are so smart

and we are truly brave.”

Mom called, “Lunch!” about that time,

and Tommy got lunch too,

so we sat down to eat our meal,

but Dean was not in view.

Soon enough, Rat Dean appeared,

looking white and scared.

Tom and I just smiled at him,

and at us, he just stared.

Dean told Mom what we had said,

crying as he did.

She made me tell him that I lied,

suspecting that he hid.

Now Dean cannot go in my room.

Mom said — it’s not his place!

And I can tell Dean wonders still

if I’m from outer space!

Parent-teacher Interviews

At parent-teacher interviews,

my mother heard a lot,

and each and everything she heard

used that darn word “not”.

I do not pay attention,

so I don’t know what to do.

I do not ask some questions,

so I really have no clue.

I do not keep my binder neat,

so everything’s a mess.

I do not write my homework down,

so, at home, I just guess.

I’m not the greatest student

and I guess that is a shame,

but someday it won’t matter —

I’ll be rich and I’ll have fame!

Roller Skates

Tommy got some roller skates

and slapped them on his feet.

He rolled outside and looked around —

these roller skates were neat!

He rolled up to the front yard gate

and opened it with glee.

Skating down the street, he knew,

would make him feel quite free.

To the corner he did skate

with underwhelming skill,

then turned the corner, and too late —

he spied the downward hill!

He didn’t have the skill to stop,

so down the hill he swept.

Everyone who saw him pass

screamed and yelled and wept.

But Tommy was a lucky guy

because he hit a bump.

It launched him up into the air

much like a skier’s jump.

Tommy fell into a tree

and upside down he hung.

He’s really not a stupid guy —

the trouble is he’s young.

That’s why what Tommy learned that day

is if you want a thrill —

buckle up your roller skates

and find yourself a hill!


I’ve grown three inches, maybe four,

and now I’m really sad.

The reason is my favourite shirt

now looks too short and bad.

Mom says tomorrow we will shop

and so I’ll have new clothes.

She says I’ll be a whole new boy

from my head to my toes.

And so tonight, I lie in bed

and know I’m growing tall,

and dressed Big Teddy in my shirt

cause inside — I’m still small.

The Spy

One Tuesday, as I lay in bed,

about to go to sleep,

I heard a voice that called my name,

a voice quite soft and deep.

“Hey, Pete,” it said, “are you awake?

I have to go outside.”

I was so startled by the voice,

my impulse was to hide.

But there before me was my dog,

two inches from my nose.

It was so strange to hear him talk,

I couldn’t move — I froze.

“Please let me out so I don’t pee

right on your bedroom floor.”

He looked so desperate, I got up,

and we rushed to the door.

After that, Butch talked a lot;

our set-up was quite neat.

He spied on people close to me —

one secret earned one treat.

And so I found out many things

about my brother, Brad,

and many of those things, I know,

sure made him look quite bad.

And so I thought I’d blackmail Brad

to make some extra cash.

If he paid up, I’d promise him,

his image I’d not trash.

My plan in place and set to go,

I went to find old Brad,

and then I overheard the words

that made me hopping mad.

“You won’t believe,” a voice did say,

“he takes his bear to bed!”

I heard my brother start to laugh

which filled me with great dread.

Today, I will not talk to Butch

because I know he lies.

He talks to Brad, which isn’t fair,

and, on me, that dog spies!

The Valentine

I knew Jane stole a valentine

to me from Douglas Ryan,

and when I asked her for it back,

that’s when she started lyin’.

She said, “I never touched that thing.

Why would you think I had?”

I knew that she was lying,

so I started getting mad!

“I know you did. You needn’t lie.”

(Her theft I hadn’t seen.)

“The reason that you took that card

is cause you’re jealous green.”

“You’re nuts,” she said, “you’re really nuts!”

while tears rolled down her cheeks,

so then I said, “Doug likes me best,

and you’ve loved him for weeks.”

The kids all took sides, one by one;

soon everyone was mad.

It was the world’s worst day of love

the world has ever had.

So when I got home with my stack

of valentines and stuff,

my mother took one look at me

and knew my day’d been rough.

Still mad about the missing card,

I slumped down in a chair,

and had a little crying jag

beneath my mother’s stare.

She crouched beside me as I cried

and then gave me a hug,

while picking up a valentine,

she softly said, “Who’s Doug?”

Drying Dishes

Dan asks to dry the dishes,

at least six times a year,

and so his mother lets him,

despite apparent fear.

With care he stands there drying;

the dear boy will not stop,

and then it finally happens —

some dishes he will drop.

“I’m sorry,” he will stammer.

“How it happened, I can’t guess.

I want to help with dishes,

and not just cause you stress.”

His mom replies, “You play now.

You are too young to dry.

Don’t worry, Son, it’s all right now —

at least you want to try.”

And so the boy then plays outside,

upon the grass so green.

His little plan has worked for years,

for now he is thirteen.

Grandpa’s Sleep

My grandpa woke up from his nap,

and now my mom is mad.

She said I meant to wake him

and really should feel bad.

I told her I had made no noise —

the noise was from my drum,

but she just sighed and said that my

excuse was really dumb.

My mom is sure a meany

who probably rides a broom!

Because she is so mad at me,

she sent me to my room.

And Grandpa made a promise

that Mom says he can’t keep.

He promised that he’d play with me

when he woke from his sleep.

The Day After Groundhog Day

It’s February third today,

and in my den I plan to stay.

I’m scared to venture out my door!

My poor, old nerves can stand no more!

On the second, yesterday,

I thought I’d go outside and play,

so from my den I happily walked —

the scene before me left me shocked!

Fifty cameras, maybe more,

flashed as I walked out my door.

“He sees his shadow!” were the cries!

I just saw spots before my eyes.

Now spots are gone, the people too!

T’was awful what they put me through!

The folks round here are dumb as rocks,

cause I’m no groundhog — I’m a fox!