My keeper has been watching me with an eagle's eye.
Gulp!
Should that scare me?
She told the other keeper
that I am always in my kennel
and because of that
it is not wise to assign me
to the graveyard shift.
Graveyard shift is anytime
from 9PM to around dawn.
Ever since the houndsinheaven@war
we can not roam heaven
all at the same time.
My keeper believes I am the best hound
for night duty since I bark at anything
and everything and so I am assigned
to man heaven during the graveyard shift.
By midnight, the other keeper gets up
and try to shift duty to one of the
black hounds (whoever is awake)
and I am escorted back to my kennel
for snooze time.
But lately, I find myself staying
inside my kennel most of the time.
Of course, I have my warm pillows,
toys and clean water, but the truth is,
the agonizing truth is . . . . July!
Yesh, July is here.
The 'itchybitchy' month!
Holy paws, watch out!
July is the dreaded month.
Not to mention the coming Oh-Ghost (August).
Maybe I should go on vacation or something.
Hie up to the mountains,
take a sabbatical or something . . .
Hold your drool, little one.
You are getting panicky!
Keeper, DrJ just gave us
our anti-rabies shot and de-worming tabs
too early for our usual September sked.
Now, everybody in Rainbow Avenue
is whispering about birdflu, dengue,
flu, warts, flabs and all. . .
I'm too wise not to notice that maybe
it is just coincidental that it is . . .
arf! . . . July!
Now I know you are frantic!
Keeper, I am always frantic.
It is my second name . . .
But keeper started humming her broadway tunes.
It talks about goody-goody "whistle a happy tune",
"never be afraid of the dark" and
"the good fairy will wash your fears with her lullaby".
The last song was her creation for a film she's doing.
Waaah!
Yes, I'm afraid, keeper!
I am pathetically, shamelessly too doggone,
tail-behind, ear-plastered hound in denial.
I know I am practically acting like a loser
but please spare me your fairytales, keeper!
Gimme a break!
Think of happy thoughts.
Okay, I'm not that moronic,
but hey, keeper is right.
I got up and shook my tight and scared bulk.
Took a deep, stale breath
(inhale, exhale, in, out, in, out . . .)
. . . tata! . . . my favorite things:
Raindrops on roses
and whiskers on kittens
avocados and chicos
and orchids a-blooming,
these are not exactly
my favorite things . . .
Okay, before I start getting moronic
my favorite stuff
are indeed around me
I could not ask for more.
When I get up
in the middle of anything
and my stomach growls
there's my favorite
locally-made chews
. . . . oh, oh, Keeper!
This bin needs to be replenished
as in NOW!
When I get tired chasing after the cats,
Bogart, and all the cutey-pies around heaven,
I look for my favorite squeaky toys
and start throwing them around. . .
Keeper thinks she's smart
because she buys my toy stuff
from the baby section of the store
because according to keeper:
"if it's safe for babies, it is safe for my hounds".
Plus, they are more reasonably priced.
When my teeth and jaws
need some firming up
I bark for my fave chews
which really drives
the boring blues away . . .
another fave chews
rawhide bones
in rainbow shades
colorful and yummy!
and this one
even cleans
your teeth
as you merrily chew . . .
and lastly, who can forget
the best snooze gadget
which keeper
discovered
to be sold in a
JapanHome shop
for only P55!
All the while
keeper thought she got
the best bargain at P99
and now here's a store
that sells everything at P55
(less than a dollar!)
and with all that treats
plus my two cuddly pillows
inside my yellow cool house
I should be quite OK.
I am purr-fectly cool and OK in July . . .
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