Tag Archives: breed

céad míle fáilte

There once searched a young dog in green ‘Midst the flowers betwixt and between. …..Though tales he’d been told, …..Of a pot full of gold, He discovered a wild Irish Queen. A hundred thousand welcomes from your 100% bone-a-fide Irish bard – consorting with druids, in touch with the leprechauns & full of the blarney: […]

The Molar of the story is…

I was feeling a little woozy, I gotta say.  I didn’t really know how much that darned tooth hurt until I didn’t have it any more.  Plus, the drugs they give you to go home on are pretty good.  So I spent the afternoon drowsing & dreaming. . . Maezi actually didn’t bug me or […]

The Tooth Fairy

or…how my triple root tooth went bad.  Bad tooth!  Bad!  It all started with the nylabone gnawing I think.  Oh, how I just love a good chew.  Anyway, at some point, apparently, I cracked my front molar.  Not a slab fracture like Shaanti had, but a vertical crack all the way up. My Mom was […]

Today is my birthday!

Eight blissful, furry years… Ya know, when people say, “It’s a dog’s life”, they are just jealous.  Because, let me tell ya.  Today, on my 8th birthday, I got to sleep in late, had a little breakfast, played some games, chased Maezi, & then had a nap. Then, I played some games, had a mani-pedi, […]

Happy Cousins & the Laughing Jackal

So last night, we were hanging out with Mom, watching “Dogs 101” about very rare breeds.  I liked the New Guinea Singing Dog, & Maezi liked the Thai Ridgeback – until she didn’t – then she started talking back to it.  She didn’t think they were friendly enough, except for Magic, the one that surfed. […]

A lap dog

A streetwise Siberian Husky Was mangy and flea bit and musky …..One grey eye, one blue …..She was rescued on cue Now she’s sleek cream and brown, almost dusky. . Harmony was emaciated, dirty & hungry for affection.  By the looks of her, she’d been living on the streets for several weeks.  A kind hearted […]

Happy Papi…or not

My sister’s a dog, but so catty Lack of poems may make her more bratty …..She gets yappy on …..Days I rhyme Papillon And she drives me a little bit batty. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Next week’s limerick breed: Siberian Husky

“Go West, young Scotsman”

. …………………………….The Scots of the Highland out west …………………………….Set out on a great canine quest …………………………………A terrier white, …………………………………Was found that first night …………………………….And the Westie was hailed as the best. . . . . Next week’s limerick breed: Papillon

Red is the color of my true love’s hair

I was outside in the back yard this morning, enjoying the sunshine, the breeze ruffling my hair & listening to The Road North, one of my all time favorite Irish music albums, & was musing about a “girl” with silky red hair… ………………………………………………..There once was a red Irish Setter ………………………………………………..Who could not get very much […]

Arrivederci Vino

Well, in flight of fancy, & mostly because I’ve been inspired by the Italian adventure my Mom has just returned from & told me about, I’m going to be adding a little bit of Italy to the mix.  I thought it only fitting that I start with a vintage painting of a gorgeous fluffy voluptuous […]