Four Dogs On a Mission
Stop That and Get Back Here were taking a nice walk.
Don’t Poop There and Hey Stupid came up to have a talk.
Their owners were inside, sleeping in on this Saturday.
So they chased bunnies and squirrels, a pretty lucky day.
My doggie door is getting tinier and tight, said Stop That.
Hey Stupid said, I got in trouble for chewing up my owner’s hat.
Don’t Poop There was busy pooping all over Mrs G’s roses.
Get Back Here was in one of his “who can make me?” poses.
They were dogs on a mission, these four lively pals.
They were laughing about Hey Stupid’s owners, the McGals.
Hey Stupid could tell stories that would have them rolling soon.
He was the best story teller on this side of Earth’s moon.
Get Back Here’s owner came out and yelled “Get Back Here!”
He ran off, like a frightened little girl deer.
Hey Stupid’s Owner came outside and gave us a mean human stare.
We all gave him puppy dog eyes, and our famous “love us all” glare.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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