Thursday, January 15, 2009

Zoie, a Corny Poem


Zoie had a bath today.
I took her in the tub. 
It's warm.  She tolerates it well.
The water drains, glub glub.

She shakes and wiggles, soaks three towels,
and runs about the place.
She's clean and soft and smells so good
So I just kiss her face.

Wishing she were not a lemon
Wanting to adopt her, but
She bit me once and that's enough.
Adoption door is shut.

Here's a myth that needs dispelling:
Certain dogs will NEVER bite.
ANY dog, if scared enough,
By instinct prove that that's not right.

Each dog has a bite threshold
add up those things that frighten.
Push those buttons all at once,
I guarantee that dog's a-bitin'.

For Zoie it was fire works
new place, new people, all at night.
I plop down next to her to cuddle.
She fears sore hips I'll touch, so bite!

Suddenly with hole in forehead,
What just happened? we all said.
Sudden movement to shift over,
final straw to bite has led.

This dog has some pain in hips
Toddlers wouldn't respect this,
So we cannot mix the two.
Could Zo's new human be YOU?

We are down to one more day!
Traveling to see my Dad.
Must give this sweet dog away.
Makes me just a little sad.