Filbert Crumb..... Gets His Wish!
A sad little man was Filbert Crumb....as he sat on the bus. "
Another lonelyday" He thought to himself.
Looking up, Filbert saw a little dog.
Neatly tucked into a little girls backpack.
Its' head was peaking out
and smiled at Filbert.
"See, even a dog has a better life than me"...
"I wish I was that little dog".
Filbert reached out to pet the pooch
in the backpack
and was surprised when the little dog
happily licked at his fingers.
“Hi there little doggie, How are you?”
And then the strangest thing happened.
The little dog replied back!
“I am wonderful..”
“Did you just speak to me?”
whispered Filbert to the little dog.
“Yep...Yep...Yep...I did!” said the little dog.
“But how is that possible?” asked Filbert.
“I really don't know, I am just as surprised as you are.” said the little dog.
“Are you happy being a little dog?” asked filbert.
“Oh yes, it's wonderful. I have a nice home, good food
and toys to play with”.
“I wish I were a dog.”
“Oh, you can be.
It's really very simple to do.”
Said the little dog with a wink.....
“All you have to do is this....
“Jump Up and Down on just one leg...
and spin yourself a round....
around and round......
and spin yourself around”....
Sang the little dog.
.“Really! Is that all?” said Sad Filbert.
Yep...Yep...Yep....said the little dog.
Cody was questioning the lettering on the doctor's plaque on the wall..
He asked me to write letters in cursive which I did ...
He said that the plaque's lettering was not anything like cursive..
Then he wrote in cursive "Once upon a time"
I wrote: "there was"
He wrote: "a Granny"
I wrote: "Who had a Chihuahua named Princess"
He wrote: " They were so alike that they both even had the same spoiled look on their face.."
I wrote: " Princess wanted a new coat and a new harness so we went to PetSense to shop..Princess wanted a rhinestone studded harness and a sequined coat..Of course, she got what she wanted its no joke"..Ha!!!Ha!!!Ha!!
Cody came away empty handed..Ha!!!
Just for fun...
“A Man’s best friend is his dog”
The phrase receives little refute
Anecdotal history alone settles any dispute
but he’s just a dog all he needs to be is cute
Trustworthy loyal and dyeing to please
in return asking only to sniff around the trees
checking if other dogs crossed their i’s or dotted their t’s
You bring him home because he is oh so adorable
Now that you’ve stepped in it it’s oh so horrable
making matters worse your mutt is now incorrigible
your dog will figure out how to pass the time away
waiting for you to come home even if it takes all day
you’ve had to toss the things he’s trashed away
You know all he wants to do is play
you break out the treats and teach him to sit and to stay
but this is not why he waited for for you all day -but OK
walking and fetching may be good clean fun
but long legged dogs really love a good run
understanding dogs is not as easy as it seems
dogs like people take some things to extremes
We soon discover our dogs are a lot like us
so get to know him well and don’t make such a fuss
In Memory of our beloved Samson
see related poem: Tale of the Dog That Licked Me
Poor old Sammy warming his tired bones in the morning sun
the passing car excited him so he forgot his age and tried to run
I got his breakfast ready something easy to chew with an added treat
placing his bowl within easy reach in time he comes to his feet to eat
I stroke his head and I am moved to reflect on the passing of time
In dog years he is as old as dirt surely neither of us are in our prime
Yesterday he could run like a little quarter horse doing what a dog does best
Today he contents him self with short walks, gentle play and plenty of rest
When he barks in his sleep his paws are on the run
running and barking in his dream just having fun.
He’s a Weimaraner in love with a Great Dane her legs go all the way up
love is blind and he’s out of his league but that would be a beautiful pup
As he guards our home all nobel nosed wearing that doggy grin
I like to think his daydreams are of things that might have been
In Memory of our beloved Samson
see related poem: A Man’s best friend is his dog
man loves to stand
dog love to roll can
its his best friend
it come from with in
as the the walk
hear dog barg talk
lets them roll there log
MAN AND DOG
Awaken me, Lord.
Open my ears that I may hear the voices,
Of those wo cry out for help.
Let me not be deaf to their pleas,
Lest they perish, because I would not hear.
Awaken me, Lord,
That I might make a difference.
Open my eyes that I may see those who suffer.
Let me not be blind to their needs,
Lest they perish because I would not see.
Awaken me, Lord.
Clear my mind that I may undersrtand the plight,
Of those who cannot help themselves.
Let me not be ignorant in my comfort,
Lest they perish because I was thoughtless.
Awaken me, Lord.
Open my heart that I may truly feel,
For all who suffer and have need.
Let me not be cold and unfeeling,
Lest they perish because I would not care.
Awaken me, Lord.
Loose my hands that I may reach out,
To those for whom You have suffered and died.
Let me not be lazy, or fearful of what others might think,
Lest they perish because I would not reach out.
Once when I was out walking I heard a dog screaming in agony begging to be let inside out of the cold. I just laughed to myself saying to myself that the dog was acting like she was dying out there. I paid her no mind sense the dog wasn't mine.
Later when I passed by again all was quiet. I figured the owner had let her in.
The owner wasn't home.
They went to school and to work forgetting the dog was still outside.
She Froze To Death And I Could Have Helped Her If Only I Had Cared Enough To JUST GO CHECK IT OUT BUT I FEARED WHAT THE OWNERS WOULD THINK OF ME STICKING MY NOSE IN WHERE IT DIDN'T BELONG.
Just because it's an animal that doesn't mean they don't matter or "don't feel pain like we do". Pain is pain and it HURTS. They feel it like we do they just can't tell us because they can't speak our language but they speak in every other way if we will just listen.
That dog died in agony because I didn't listen and her owners FORGOT ABOUT HER.
Abandoned, scared and alone he lay in his bed
Wondering if he will ever have a loving home
On the concrete floor, he lays his head
Without a care for his old bone
It’s loud and the rotten stench of shit and piss fill the air
He lay, wishing and dreaming that he didn’t have to be there
Locked up and taken prisoner he is so sad
He never thought his life could get this bad
What’d he do to deserve such a terrible fate?
Waiting for the day he reaches the end
All he is now is a cute little piece of bait
Never knowing if he will ever mend
From the terrifying experiences had
Now afraid of any large objects or yelling
He is older now and the young ones are the fad
Look in his eyes and see what they’re telling
A lost and most beautiful soul
Awaiting the day he may find love
And get out of this terrible lull
He looks up to the heavens above
All he can see are painfully fluorescent lights
Wishing so badly to see the outside
To get out of here and have play fights
What he really needs is a person, a guide
Someone to love and support him
He waits and waits for his special person
Someone who’d make his life less dim
While the pain and loneliness worsen
The calm and quiet serenity
embracing a string of fine buildings
and a hypocritical weather
which seems as if a quarrel manifested
between the day and the night
say it all as we enjoy the romantic stroll.
Our aim is highly achieved
if this was official,
we would demand a certificate
but the environment, our smiles,
our love and our world
are more than enough reward
as we warm our souls
and take the slow, gentle pace.
the red flag was totally absent
as we noticed many of them
with tails unwag
not knowing it is the scumbag
began its vile
its voice and energy
much more than three angry wives
on top of their nag.
A drastic lag
in our steps of royalty
as my darling was taken over
Then comes the full rage,
attacks and great disdain to us.
They were initially five;
but now twelve.
Creating a strategy by walking zigzag
served fruitless and more like a drag
as the voices of hell get even closer.
making my wife scared as never before.
Just one attack ,
can attract a deadly feast.
Turning us into rags
tearing us snag after snag
and separating our flesh
from body like a slag.
That one bite,
is now seconds closer
with the lead intimidator
showing its brag
but 'the protector' being my tag;
I turned swiftly and immediately
and acting to take a weapon.
Then the dozen of cowards
impersonated Usain Bolt.
'That's my swag!" was the showing
but in reality,
I embraced my love passionately,
thanking God for such a miracle
with a skipping heart and a trembling body.
A fine morning to watch the birds
By the ocean side. My dog by my side.
Deep cool breeze
Setting ablaze my ribs
My jacket and the dog’s fur
All I needed and asked for
Perfect company and comfort
…a lonely life.
Oblivion of me
And me too, void of all
Very deep in thought
Knowing not when,
I sipped from the coffee cup
Wincing in disagreement,
I jolted back to memory
By its bitter taste.
What a way to discover.
But discovered I have.
A great deal of life is false and bitter
It’s bitter when you love
Yet, you be not loved
It’s false, thinking you are loved
But all the while, mugged
Why do you tell me
All is fair in love and war?
When I know what I saw?
The weak is the stepping stone
For the wicked
The honest a tool
In the hands of the fraud
Woe to them who made you bear grudge
Woe to you who got soiled in vengeance.
Nature is smart…so smart with it
For the sun must rise again
And time must heal your pain
Like the Americans will say
Every dog has its day
Dust up and take a walk
For your new lover
Might be waiting by the side walk
so there's no tickets
so fits it
as you take out the pet
don't you forget
just like your desk
CLEAN UP THE MESS