Her given name was Anna Abigail Logan,
But to family she was Foo Foo,
Trot-a-dog, Scruff McMuffin, Nose Brain,
Poo Dog, Annie Bananie, Snarf Dog,
Anners, Baby Girl, and Lovie.
A tiny fluff ball with black button eyes,
She had no brakes at first.
I sat on the carpet by the fireplace to play.
She would run full speed at me,
Crash head first into my outstretched leg,
Fall over, jump up in flash motion,
Then tare off in circles of fun.
She was an ambassador of love,
A warm little lap-sized giving machine.
She had no fear of strangers.
Hugs were pets and she collected them
From everyone, everywhere,
Giving back sloppy wet kisses
Whenever she could get a good lick in.
A silver miniature Schnauzer of merit,
Supreme friend and companion extraordinaire.
With a nose that came out to greet you,
Big bushy eyebrows and a deluxe beard
Dangled in her water dish,
Dripping after a good drink.
She walked on log legs, cylinders of long fur.
Perfectly groomed, sniffing air and thick woods
Or snoozing with Mom in her favorite chair.
Good-bye dear Annie Dog. We will see
You on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.
Categories:
miniature schnauzer, dog, pets,
Form: Free verse
It's a feeding frenzy
But there are no sharks, Bess
It's a moonlight sonata
In total darkness
It's a parallel region
Brought to breach by a browser
It's a swollen moment
With your miniature schnauzer
I grew up on YouTube
You can watch it unfold
The stages of childhood
Caught in a scroll
When you're doin your homework,
Don't believe the hype
Leave all the planning
To the God in the Skype
There's no such disorder
As the kind in your soul
I wished I had met you
Further up in the scroll
But I grew up on YouTube
It charted my path
I've had more engagements
Than the Wife of Bath
Categories:
miniature schnauzer, anxiety, character, childhood, hyperbole,
Form: Lyric