Lost: Friend Never Found -- Answers to Brownie
[for Preshus]
Hi! My name is Brownie, and I am one foot two
with more white spots than I can count
on reddish-brown hair some say is falling out.
I will eat anything. Some say it's a fault.
I call it not being finicky. Hamburger's good.
Or I can go veggie. 'Long as no celery's involved.
I love kissing, hugging, and do a mean fox trot.
Any dance, any time. Got the moves, hoo-HOO!
I love long walks followed by a long cuddle
on a none-too-clean couch with. . .how 'bout you?
Give me a chew toy, and I'm good 'til dinner,
though if no one is looking, I might taste a chair.
I can be trained, I feel sure. In time, anyhow.
Meantime, always spread newspaper, arf, arf.
Make it lots when I'm hitting the water.
What kind of friend am I looking for?
Someone who will love and adore me!
Short, tall, thin, fat, I don't give a whoo.
Smart or a Milk-Bone missing's awrrrrright.
Just let me cover you with slobber
and sleep in your house. Tonight!!
The above ad was found at the pound
after the animal was carried whimpering and yowling
to the death chamber we set up. Isn't our fault.
Who wants a mongrel with a crooked tail and bad hair
even if he is loving and is not one to growl
when not on guard. Way the cookie crumbles,
Bad joke--? Sorry. Person has to harden
to do this job. Hope the cutie in the next cage
has better luck. How 'bout you? 'Like dogs?
Puddles doesn't live up to her name, I promise.
Oh.
In memory of Nippie, b.? taken 1942
