Pet-Sit Panics
Husky Hell
I sat for my daughter’s two
Huskys one busy week.
As the days passed, my ire became
more and more bleak.
The blessings of their company
I tried to extol . . .
but their manners and actions
were out of my control.
One evening as I opened the
door to let them in
my thoughts of contempt for them
seemed like such a sad sin.
One dog rushed past where
the other was trying to go;
in the confusion and chaos . . .
they broke my big toe.
I hobbled around her home
As I tried to forgive . . .
Never again will I watch them,
As long as I live!
For as soon as I forgave them
For breaking my toe,
the youngest chewed up my
black bra, extending my woe.
Their muddy little foot prints
covered her kitchen floor.
When my daughter returned--
I busted my hump to the door.
Greeting her dogs and me with
kisses and a sweet sigh;
“Thank God you are back home
dear!” was my frazzled reply.
Note: This is a totally true happening that occurred to me in Feb. of this year. I love
dogs but was no match for those two.
For "Pet-Sit Panics Contest"
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Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
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