A Talking Dog
He's pretty big and sometimes I don't know what to do
because he talks to us in a high pitched voice that makes
you wonder where he has been. He doesn't eat or even drink
water from the toilet, as most dogs of his size would try to do.
How big you may wonder? He is at least five feet tall
and sits in a special chair that my wife purchased just
for him. No one else can have the privilege of being
allowed to sit in that chair. As a matter of fact, he
never gets out of it. No, he never moves a muscle to even try. I
have had to move him and the chair out of my way on some
occasion. It's not that he is annoying or even a problem.
But the voice will come at the oddest times and speaks what
will be the strangest vocals. I'm glad that he doesn't eat or have
to be walked on a leash. You see, our pet is not of the ordinary
variety. His fur is mostly white and has big black ears that are
long and droopy. He's a big plush doggie; his name is SNOOPY.
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
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