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A Doggy Afternoon

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A Doggy Afternoon

Narrator:  I take you now inside the mind of a ten year old miniature Eskimo dog who
 lives happily inside a Rambler house with a fenced back yard that serves as his special 
area to periodically run freely when his “favorite person”(Love) puts him out, always 
shouting “go pee!” to him. Strangely, Ollyver does not really seem to understand that 
command. Perhaps to him it means “go play” since often he is later caught inside the 
house in compromising positions, causing his owner to rush him again to the door to 
the back yard!

Furthermore, new computer technology has enabled Ollyver’s owner (his “Love”) 
to come up with a crude translation for Ollyver’s stream of thoughts. She knows his behavior the best, but still she must guess at a few things inside his brain due to his limited range of vocabulary and his typical doggy unconcern with that ! So now she has just let Ollyver out the back porch to go pee. . . 

Ollyver:  I go out! I go out! Run run run . . . Run here. . . Run there. . . Strange man 
by fence. . .  I can’t get to strange man. What you doing by my yard? Leave here leave here leave here. . .  yip yip yip yip yip yip yip. . . . .

Owner’s voice from the porch: Go pee, Ollyver!!!

Ollyver:  always “go pee” she say. . . Look look at me. . . I go pee . . . run here . . . 
run there. . . (Ollyver continues running back and forth yelping at the stranger who 
has since gotten past the fence as he walks along the canal road) I go pee I go pee. . . 

Narrator: Ollyver runs back to the house, never having actually gone pee. He runs to 
sit by his owner, whom he perceives as his favorite human. She is eating a bowl of ice 
cream on the bed. 

Ollyver:  I go in. . . see  yum-yum milk. . . I want I want I want 

Narrator: Ollyver goes toward the bowl and gets pushed away, so he stares with big 
anxious eyes going back and forth to Love and the bowl of yum-yum. 

Ollyver: I want I want I want. . . Give me give me give me. . . Ohhhhh. . .  Yum-yum  
getting smaller and smaller. . . Ohhhhhhhhh

Narrator:  Ollyver’s Love pats his head and lets him lick what remains at the bottom of the bowl. After he finishes, he snuggles by Love and beings to lick her hand and arm.

Ollyver: kiss kiss kiss kiss. . . Love Love Love

Narrator: Suddenly the door bell rings, and he dashes off the bed to the front door 
with his Love following behind him, yelling: “No Ollyver!” He peers through the window and sees a stranger.

Ollyver:  yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip go away strange lady go away strange lady 
go away strange lady yip yip yip yip yip yip yip. . .. 

Narrator:  The door bell rings again and Ollyver runs to his favorite corner of the family 
room, where he begins to do the very thing his owner had wanted him to do previously 
when she let him out into the back yard. Her voice yells shrilly “No, Ollyver” and she 
shoves him to the back door saying: “OUT here, Ollyver. Go pee out HERE.”  Ollyver 
then runs across the yard going back and forth, back and forth.

Ollyver: see see see, Love. . . I go pee I go pee


**For the contest of  Just That Archaic Poet:This is my personification of Ollyver, the pet that gave me the greatest unconditional love of any pet I ever owned. Because we could never train him (I even hired a trainer to help us) and because of other complications, I had to give him up when he was around ten years old. I missed  him so much. and even my cat, Razzmatazz cannot replace him for pure affection. I gave him to a place that promised a no-kill policy and to this day, I am hoping he had a great life until the end!

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  1. Date: 2/28/2014 5:04:00 PM

    Great visual! I'm still laugh'in...

  1. Date: 2/2/2014 9:14:00 PM

    Nicely done and as you know I am a dog lover so this had me smiling. It must have broke your heart to give up your dog. Mine was always with me no matter where I went. I did not realize how much i talked to her. love phyl

  1. Date: 1/31/2014 10:08:00 PM

    Dogs think with their mouths and have no idea that they have hind legs or feet. I know this from years of raising Border Collies. Once they realize they are whole you have a new dog. One that is happy and obediently does his/her business on command. Nice narrative. Very amusing and well done. ~Kilmer

  1. Date: 1/28/2014 3:42:00 PM

    Andrea, coming back here again........... CONGRATULATIONS, a very clever write, you did well in "Personifing Any Animal of Your Choosing" *enjoyed every poem.......... ~SKAT~

  1. Date: 1/28/2014 3:12:00 PM

    interesting win...SKAT

  1. Date: 1/11/2014 6:54:00 PM

    Maybe it's that type of dog, They seem to know what's up. I lived with one was just a pup, and when his time to go. He seemed to let his owner know by where he let it go. I get caught up in rhyme, so now I'll speak plain english. She got rid of the dog and the night before you'd swear that dog knew it was going away. It left a nasty present in the living room, It didn't ever do that before that. :) Peace. :)

  1. Date: 1/9/2014 9:05:00 AM

    I love this narrative. I have had dogs that couldn't be trained. They are annoying, embarrassing, engaging, and they love with an exuberance that obedient ones don't seem to have.

    Dietrich Avatar Andrea Dietrich Date: 1/9/2014 6:01:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    i LOVE this comment!!! It's so true
  1. Date: 1/5/2014 11:19:00 AM

    Be the dog, Dawg! Very sweet, Andrea. Congratulations!

  1. Date: 1/5/2014 9:30:00 AM

    superb Andrea and sad he was untrainable congrats Shadow x smile hug

  1. Date: 1/5/2014 12:37:00 AM

    Enjoyed the personification and congrats on your win, Andrea

  1. Date: 1/4/2014 9:58:00 AM

    Andrea, Congrats on your win in my contest! :)

  1. Date: 1/1/2014 1:25:00 PM

    lovely write, my friend. I hope he had a great life with his new family too

  1. Date: 12/31/2013 5:15:00 PM

    I really enjoyed reading this, Andrea, I was entertained from beginning to end. It was a very sweet, yet sad story. You did a wonderful job with the personification of your pet! I wish you the best of luck in the contest!...Thank you so much for the great comments!

  1. Date: 12/29/2013 10:53:00 AM

    I like dogs, too - but never had one - only a cat named Bilbo for many years. A touching tribute to "man's best friend". Hope you have a good New Year! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

  1. Date: 12/28/2013 7:41:00 PM

    Your poem is written with the understanding of a dog lover and of one who truly appreciates the special love they have to give us. Why we bring them into our world, and why some don't quite fit in. Lovely.

  1. Date: 12/28/2013 7:30:00 AM

    Andrea this is a story that runs the whole gamut of emotions and not that often I see a narrative from your self….Good luck…David

  1. Date: 12/28/2013 5:31:00 AM

    A very entertaining poem sweet Andrea.I know it must have been an uneasy task to handle..I do remember my dad was never patient with our dogs being trained..Many pets we had were usually adopted by others in a short time,and my brother,mum and I would end up heartbroken.Yes ..you did a great job to keep it for ten yrs dear Then there are some illnesses or needs which cant be handled by us so in your case it was a wise decision I guess Chan would love this.

  1. Date: 12/27/2013 8:44:00 PM

    charming. my dog-child is Neo. he became a daddy of four pups on Boxing Day. he's sitting at my feet in the office while I write this :-)

  1. Date: 12/27/2013 6:34:00 PM

    What a patient loving person you are to have given this pet ten years to try to learn....and the joy returned is obvious...quite a fun story....:-) :-)

  1. Date: 12/27/2013 6:21:00 PM

    This story has it all humor and sadness i hope he did have a great run at the end also all i can say on this is wow enjoyed it so much my friend. and yes i love my children alot thanks for the congrads on my winning poem. cheri

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