04/11/2019
What are these boxes doing here?
Where is all of our stuff?
Hey, that’s my bed you threw in that truck!
Stop treating our things so rough!!
Next thing I know, I am placed in the car
And driven to Doggie Dude Ranch
I figure they think I’ll just be in the way
Or might bite those guys in the pants!!
A couple days later, my Mom picks me up
And we drive for a long two hours.
We end up at some house, it has all our stuff
But I know this house is NOT OURS.
Where are the trees and the deer and my run
Where in the world are the hikers?
Where is my dog door, I need to go out
And bark at all the dirt bikers.
But days start to pass, and so do the nights
And it looks like we’re here to stay.
I barked and I barked and I barked some more
But I guess I don’t have any say.
You people better get on the ball
I need me a doggie door.
Until I get one, don’t say a word
If I p*e and p**p on the floor!!
Wait a minute – new folks arrived.
My Mom and Dad seem so glad!
I like these folks who are staying with us
Maybe this ain’t so bad.
Lots of people petting me
And rubbing me on my belly.
I love it so much, it makes me melt
I feel like a bowl full of jelly.
I guess I’ll learn to be happy here
And make this my new home.
And now I need to get back to my life
But I hope you enjoyed this poem!
-Zoey-