Bichon Barb
<font color=darkorchid>Mmmmm. French fries. Oh to
- Joined
- Jun 5, 2002
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In honor of our furry (and sometimes not so bright) best friends, I give you, a little...
Dog Haiku
>
> I love my master;
> Thus I perfume myself with
> This long-rotten squirrel.
>
> I lie belly-up
> In the sunshine, happier than
> You ever will be.
>
> Today I sniffed
> Many dog butts--I celebrate
> By kissing your face.
>
> I sound the alarm!
> Paperboy--come to kill us all--
> Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
>
> I sound the alarm!
> Garbage man--come to kill us all--
> Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
>
> I lift my leg and
> Whiz on each bush . Hello, Spot-
> Sniff this and weep.
>
> How do I love thee?
> The ways are numberless as
> My hairs on the rug.
>
> My human is home!
> I am so ecstatic I have
> Made a puddle.
>
> I Hate my choke chain.
> Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
> Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!
>
> Dig under fence--why?
> Because it's there. Because it's
> There. Because it's there.
>
> I am your best friend,
> Now, always, and especially
> When you are eating.
>
> You may call them fleas,
> But they are far more--I call
> Them a vocation.
>
> Sleeping here, my chin
> On your foot--no greater bliss--well,
> Maybe catching rats.
>
> Look in my eyes and
> Deny it. No human could
> Love you as much I do.
Dog Haiku
>
> I love my master;
> Thus I perfume myself with
> This long-rotten squirrel.
>
> I lie belly-up
> In the sunshine, happier than
> You ever will be.
>
> Today I sniffed
> Many dog butts--I celebrate
> By kissing your face.
>
> I sound the alarm!
> Paperboy--come to kill us all--
> Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
>
> I sound the alarm!
> Garbage man--come to kill us all--
> Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!
>
> I lift my leg and
> Whiz on each bush . Hello, Spot-
> Sniff this and weep.
>
> How do I love thee?
> The ways are numberless as
> My hairs on the rug.
>
> My human is home!
> I am so ecstatic I have
> Made a puddle.
>
> I Hate my choke chain.
> Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
> Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!
>
> Dig under fence--why?
> Because it's there. Because it's
> There. Because it's there.
>
> I am your best friend,
> Now, always, and especially
> When you are eating.
>
> You may call them fleas,
> But they are far more--I call
> Them a vocation.
>
> Sleeping here, my chin
> On your foot--no greater bliss--well,
> Maybe catching rats.
>
> Look in my eyes and
> Deny it. No human could
> Love you as much I do.