Tuesday, November 19, 2013

I wrote an acrostic poem for my dog. Because he brings out the artist in me. Or something like that.

B - Bursitis.  Because he has given me that in my shoulder.

A - Always wants what I'm eating.

N - Neurotic.

D - Difficult.  About everything.

I - Illogical (contrary to the principles of logic).  As in:  Desperately wants me to take him on a run.  Will not sit still so that I can put on the leash.  Cries when I leave him behind.  Cheesus.

T - Tortured.  By all the animals in our creek who have learned precisely the location of his electric fence boundary.  

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Gosh! I'm crying at the beauty and sentimentality! ;)

Anonymous said...

Oh - that was Wonderbutt's mom, btw.

Monica said...

@whatimeant2say - maybe I'm a poet? maybe that's my calling? ;)

WeezaFish said...

Ha! I hope Bandit appreciates your poetic efforts. Almost brings a tear to my eye, so beautiful is the prose. Almost I said, almost ...

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