Each night when Jeff comes home, the doggies greet him with great enthusiasm. Here is a poem I wrote honoring the yippy yappy beasties. (With a generous nod to “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe.
Once upon a daytime cheery, while I cooked, well…in theory.
Over air came yippy yapping, a furious volume in such a pour,
While I applauded said yippy yapping, suddenly there came more yapping,
As Daddy smiling did appear to yippy yapping at our home’s red door.
“Tis Daddy home,” I uttered, “yapping doggies greeting him at our door-
only this, and nothing more.”
So succinctly they remember to daily greet our pack member,
When the closing day’s sun turns amber, casting last rays to adore.
Eagerly I rushed the door-o: vainly seeking sweet kiss before-o
From beneath us abundant fur-o – fur-o of doggies on the floor –
Steal away dear’s radiant kiss to instead greet doggies on floor –
Happily for evermore.
Look closely, can you spot three doggies behind all the yippy, yappy, yip-yap-yappys?
ARTitude + doggies = happiness