Nicki

We have a very wierd pet whose name is Nicki He is, at the least, very tricky. Nicki can actually speak you see Although he must do it thru my wife or me. His high pitched tone is quite the gaff Because he does it when we want to laugh. It started long ago when my wife Thought she could ease some tension and strife. So, she bought a little Huskie at the store From the time he got here we've never heard him roar. Nicki is only ten inches high Grey and White, with Big Black Eyes. He stays put wherever we say Not that he cares, he likes it that way. We usually find him under our covers It makes things awkward, when we want to be lovers. But I'll just toss him out you see It's the only way we can truly be free. He doesn't eat or drink, or have to go out What a great pet, without a doubt! Nicki just started to talk one day In a playful, silly, high pitched way. He'll say something she has on her mind Then he'll reply thru me, as if in kind. So he just waits to say something new Whenever the mood strikes him, or should I say we two? His expression never changes no matter what Yes, he is quite the friendly mutt. In case you haven't figured it out you should know Nicki is a plush puppy, she bought to decorate the throw. We love him as a pet, and that's the deal He is alive thru us . . . For us, he's real. My theme was a "wierd" pet . . . for the Rambling Poet's 'What's My Theme' Contest.