Doctor Pushkin My Doggone Dog

[oneighty]

He messes up the house he does
Does his resting anywhere
Flopping here, flopping there
Leaving behind his discarded hair.
Doggone dog.

He is just a hairy eating machine
Eats all over eats anything.
A buck a day he puts away.
Doggone dog.

Angered one day
I strike him away.
He whines and cries
And licks my hand.
Doggone dog.

End. From 'Voyages of the Vicky Mary' Copyright.

Much later I lay deathly ill and they come and they take my Doctor Pushkin away--away to a farm where he could run and be happy. So I am told. I am too weak to leave the bed to go to the truck where he was tied to say good bye.

Doctor Pushkin my very last dog.

Doggone it.

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[JitterbugPerfume]

1. I am sorry

that you can not have a dog any more Ed <sigh>

[JitterbugPerfume]

2. Kick

for my friend oneighty

and his cool poem