Priorities
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 8:38 am
Priorities
The dogs aren’t allowed in the house - that was rule number one -
thought it a little strange and to me seemed not much fun.
The dogs must not sit on the couch they must sit on the floor.
Again to me a little strange – for what is a couch for?
No dogs are sleeping on the bed – it’s not a place they go.
No dogs are sleeping in the bed – oh really – do they know?
I started now to wonder if he was right in the head
but thought I’d keep my mouth shut and see what panned out instead.
The dogs are not fed titbits from the table as we eat.
No argument with that – for they both wait at my feet,
quiet and docile, barely moving, but with both ears sharply cocked -
as eyes peruse each inch of floor in case something is dropped.
The dogs will not lick faces or sit and scratch for fleas.
This bloke was getting up my nose –I thought ‘he’s not for me’
to many won’ts for my liking – and not much give and take
it seems that when I fancied him I made a big mistake.
So he got his marching orders and they went something like this -
My dogs’ home is at my house and they live there in pure bliss.
The couch is meant for sitting on, I use it not at all
but for a good few years now it has held my dogs in thrall.
My bed is still a double bed – there’s room for more than one,
and on the cold nights that we have it’s not a lot of fun
when you’re feet are really freezing and there’s frost out everywhere -
but my dogs my feet are warming, in my bed – which us three share.
My dogs are not fed titbits from the table as we eat.
We share a meal together - without them I’m incomplete,
and as for licking faces – Mate you’re just too hard to please
for these are precious doggy kisses- by the way they don’t have fleas.
So it seems perhaps together we will never ever be.
Seems you failed to read the notice at the door upon entry.
The sign’s there for a purpose – it is not there just on whim.
It’s the Mission Statement of this place – for those who enter in.
‘This house is run for comfort and convenience’ it reads
‘of the animals within it - both of whom have special needs,
and if you have a problem with that’ it further states
‘then perhaps you shouldn’t be here’. Guess that says it all old Mate .
So we went our separate ways and the relief was palpable
for we never would have made it – oh why was I such a fool?
To even think for just a minute that someone could give to me
better love and understanding than my Molly and Elly.
Animals know those who love them – they do not prioritize
they give their love unstinting – you can see it in their eyes.
Maureen Clifford © 10/11
The dogs aren’t allowed in the house - that was rule number one -
thought it a little strange and to me seemed not much fun.
The dogs must not sit on the couch they must sit on the floor.
Again to me a little strange – for what is a couch for?
No dogs are sleeping on the bed – it’s not a place they go.
No dogs are sleeping in the bed – oh really – do they know?
I started now to wonder if he was right in the head
but thought I’d keep my mouth shut and see what panned out instead.
The dogs are not fed titbits from the table as we eat.
No argument with that – for they both wait at my feet,
quiet and docile, barely moving, but with both ears sharply cocked -
as eyes peruse each inch of floor in case something is dropped.
The dogs will not lick faces or sit and scratch for fleas.
This bloke was getting up my nose –I thought ‘he’s not for me’
to many won’ts for my liking – and not much give and take
it seems that when I fancied him I made a big mistake.
So he got his marching orders and they went something like this -
My dogs’ home is at my house and they live there in pure bliss.
The couch is meant for sitting on, I use it not at all
but for a good few years now it has held my dogs in thrall.
My bed is still a double bed – there’s room for more than one,
and on the cold nights that we have it’s not a lot of fun
when you’re feet are really freezing and there’s frost out everywhere -
but my dogs my feet are warming, in my bed – which us three share.
My dogs are not fed titbits from the table as we eat.
We share a meal together - without them I’m incomplete,
and as for licking faces – Mate you’re just too hard to please
for these are precious doggy kisses- by the way they don’t have fleas.
So it seems perhaps together we will never ever be.
Seems you failed to read the notice at the door upon entry.
The sign’s there for a purpose – it is not there just on whim.
It’s the Mission Statement of this place – for those who enter in.
‘This house is run for comfort and convenience’ it reads
‘of the animals within it - both of whom have special needs,
and if you have a problem with that’ it further states
‘then perhaps you shouldn’t be here’. Guess that says it all old Mate .
So we went our separate ways and the relief was palpable
for we never would have made it – oh why was I such a fool?
To even think for just a minute that someone could give to me
better love and understanding than my Molly and Elly.
Animals know those who love them – they do not prioritize
they give their love unstinting – you can see it in their eyes.
Maureen Clifford © 10/11