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Hair We Go Again

He woke up in the morn in the dog house wondering why and what this was all about his wife said I have a bone to pick with you I warned you last night not to look at the view, But he had not listened and the transformation had begun becoming a very hairy son of a gun howling and growling at the huge full moon his wife yelling would you keep it down you crazy loon, She told him he finally calmed down after she gave him a dog treat and he became docile while she rubbed his belly and feet grabbing a bone he ran outside on all fours to the dog house where he preferred to sleep instead of on the couch, She said to him you know this crazy thing happens during a full moon but even so I still love you a bunch when you act like a crazy loon so they made it work out for the both of them each putting up with their monthly mood swings. 10-31-17

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Date: 11/9/2017 8:39:00 PM
Love it
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Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 11/10/2017 7:28:00 AM
Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit Mike; it is silly!~Che :)
Date: 11/6/2017 3:06:00 PM
I agree w/Pat ... surprise ending was sweet, Cheryl. This one put a smile in my heart. Nice poem. Love and peace always.
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Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 11/6/2017 6:32:00 PM
Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit Freddie; glad my poem made you smile!~Che :)
Date: 11/1/2017 9:14:00 PM
Heads up on who's mood swings are worst I imagine!.....80).....Great write. I wasn't expecting that at all!!.........Pat
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Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 11/1/2017 11:40:00 PM
Hmmm, I'd say its probably a 50-50 thing lol! Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit Pat!~Che :)

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