Memo to Dad (Bob) from your daughter (TTT the dog)

[Maureen K Clifford]

Oh Dad you really have to try harder to speak dog speak.
I thought you had the hang of it – but lessons you could seek.
I bark to let the neighbours know I’m here – to say G’day
and roll over for belly rubs to show I know they're OK.

Those socks I ate I do confess were a dietery indiscretion,
but they smelt just like the strongest cheese and you know my obsession
with that, along with other things. As for the crayons and balloons
I have no answer at all for that – perhaps a phase of the moon.

My gardening skills? Well they compare to Burkes – I’ve seen him dig
on the TV show called Burkes Back Yard – he recommends holes big
to allow a better growth you see of shrubs and flowers and trees,
so I am helping Dad – the holes you dug were somewhat measly.

You throw a lot of stuff each day away into the rubbish.
You could make them into doggy snacks - and then recipes publish
as ‘Tasty snacks for Dogs’ – for we love things that are smelly.
OK agreed, babies nappies, are not good for my belly.

How can you waste a second of a bright and brand new day?
Sleeping late in slothful idleness – when I would love to play
with you. Throw ball I’ll chase it, throw the frisby – I will fly.
Dad you cannot waste a minute for a day goes quickly by.

And remember Dad I’m just a dog – I run on nature’s rhythms
and at 6 am it’s tucker time – I take that as a given.
For always I must rely on you to see that I am fed
perhaps if you were more consistent I’d not raid rubbish bins instead.

Maureen Clifford © 05/11

[Neville Briggs]

My dog used to love a mouthful of fresh cow dung if she could snatch a bit along the road. Yaaahk.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Disgusting as that is (to us) it is full of fresh bacteria a bit like doggie Yakult that is good for their digestive systems. We used to mix a little bit of fresh sheep manure into new born orphaned lambs first bottles for the same reason

You needed to know that didn't you Neville???

[Neville Briggs]

Turn you off yoghurt for life

[Bob Pacey]

Grr Grr. remember Franks Poem

Blue's me name and I'm a dog
A cattle dog in town.


mine eat the chooks poo and then want to lick your face. " Get out of it ya dirty mongrel " !

Annie

I sit at the doorway panting
Till' you feed me every day
I sit, shake hands and wait until
To eat, you say ok.

I lounge around the yard all day
Bark at the dog next door
I drag the washing off the line
And curl up on it on the floor.

I dig holes in the new garden beds
The smell is oh so neat
The blood and bone you put in there
Makes rolling such a treat.

When you come home I'll lick you
From your face down to your toe
I've licked myself as well today
In places you don't want to know.

I wag my tail and jump about
It gets you in the greatest mood
You think I'm glad to see you
But I'm just checking for more food.

We sit and watch the evening news
I curl up at your feet
You drop little bits of food
That I just have to eat.

We've been together quite a while
Ten years I think I've been alive
If I wasn't here to care for you
I doubt if you'd survive.

Yeah we'll stick it out together
Through the good times till' the end
We were made for one another
And I'll always be your one best friend.

Annie always remembered



Bob Pacey
11/03/10

[Maureen K Clifford]

and there you have it Bob - always your best friend and the only love that money can buy - they just love you warts and all...who could ask for more. They wait - one day you will be reunited with Annie. Happy days.

Cheers

Maureen