This is Robbie, our youngest dog, and he inspired the poem, “Sleeping with Beau”. I have a dog I love a lot and he sure loves me too, so when we go to bed at night, he sticks to me like glue. When I am fast asleep, my dog will cuddle up real tight, andContinue reading “Sleeping with Beau”
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Dotty
We have a dog named Polkadot. For short, we call him Dotty. The reason that we call him that is cause he’s really spotty. Dotty loves to chase our cat, so then we yell out “DOTTY!” He doesn’t stop, but chases more because that dog is naughty! He likes to chew our socks and shoes,Continue reading “Dotty”
The Bad Joke
My dog is sitting in our car, and I can tell he’s mad. His tail is sure not wagging which means he isn’t glad. I’d thought it would be funny to play a little joke, and so I’d hollered “Car, car!” My sleeping dog awoke. His tail began a-wagging, just like I knew it would,Continue reading “The Bad Joke”
The Hunt
Nancy has the meanest dog; they tell me he broke free, and that the rotten flea-bag is hunting now for me. You see, I am the paper-boy who tries to do his best, but it really isn’t my fault that rotten dog’s obsessed. I must deliver papers before the hour of eight, and when IContinue reading “The Hunt”
The Nightmare
I had a nightmare late last night that two men stole my dog, and when I went and looked for him, all I could see was fog. The fog was just so thick and dense that nothing could I see. Then round my legs I felt a rope, so now I wasn’t free. The menContinue reading “The Nightmare”
Poor Sammy
My turtle died just yesterday, which really made me cry. I could not understand why God would make my turtle die. My mom told me poor Sammy would be happier in Heaven, and so we held a funeral around the hour of seven. Three kids arrived with flowers and that sure did make me glad.Continue reading “Poor Sammy”
Green
Ashley is the strangest kid that you have ever seen. The reason is the girl’s obsession with the colour green. Her socks and shoes and all her clothes are green as green can be. When looking at her books and pens, yes, green is all you see. Her pillows, sheets, her bedspread too, her rug,Continue reading “Green”
My Slow Dog
I really think my dog is slow, and now I’ll tell you how I know. Spotty just won’t chase his ball — with it, he won’t play at all. And if, for him, I throw a stick, he doesn’t seem to care a lick. He only gives his tail a wag, while “Chase it! ChaseContinue reading “My Slow Dog”
Other Things #12 – Poemlet #8
“Old Dogs” Our old dog, Chester, sits alone, and all he does is chew his bone. I hear him gnawing without end; his grinding drives me round the bend. An old dog’s job must be to chew; I guess that’s what all old dogs do. Therefore it is because of that, sometimes I wish heContinue reading “Other Things #12 – Poemlet #8”
Bathing Blue
My brother and I needed something to do and so we decided to bathe our dog, Blue. We filled up the bathtub with water and soap; “Mom will be happy,” I said with great hope. Now Old Blue was sleeping and snoring quite hard under a tree by the swing in our yard. Mom wasContinue reading “Bathing Blue”
The Lonely Meatball 