So peeps, Louise said I can paw my own post this morning ’cause it’s Dawlentine’s Day! Woof! Woof! But, before I deliver my opus of a Dawlentine’s Poem just let me say — I would have called it Dawglentine but y’a know… it just doesn’t have the same ring. And to call it a Dolentine is soooo…. pedestrian. Plus. I’m not a dog. I’m a real DAWG. Know what I mean?
Right. Where was I?
Oh Yeah. Dawlentine’s Day…. So… in honour of this day of Love and hearts pounding and chocolate sales soaring, I wrote a poem. My dad, C.C., inspired me. He gave Louise flowers and when I asked why she deserved flowers he said, “Cause she’s my Valentine.”
“Well,” I asked, “What about me?”
And he said, “You’re my Dawlentine. Best Beau ever!” And then, even though they’re the smelliest things ever, he gave me a bag of my very favouritest treats!
Like, he’s the hooomanest hooman Ever!
So this one’s for you C.C. (and all you, my peeps, ’cause you know, I Dawg You Lots!)
PS. I’m still waiting for Louise’s Dawlentine’s gift. Thus far, it’s been a walk at -25C (with windchill -34C) and one of the old treats. Not the smelly ones. She said they smell too much for a morning sniff. Ha! I like ’em ripe! Like blue cheese.
She also said we were only walking for 20 minutes at a time ’cause it’s cold out. Ha! I like ’em chill. though I gotta give her credit. She hasn’t made me wear that Cowabunga coat creation this year yet! Maybe she is getting wise in her old age? Ouch! Folks! Call 9-1-1!!! She just hit me! Ok. No she didn’t but she did try to push me away from the keyboard for calling her old! She really has no sense of humour in the morning. Know what I mean?
And now, she’s gone back to bed ’cause she says she wants to cuddle with her Valentine. And I ask you again! What about me?
Sigh. What’s a dawg to do when his hooman is all hopped up on Valentine’s looooove….
Right. and now. for my opus of a Dawlentine’s Poem for YOU.
I DAWG YOU LOTS! by Beaumont the Sheepadoodle A dawg's heart is always true no matter what you hoomans do we'll always greet you at the door with wags and kisses and eyes that implore you to get down when you come home so we can give you some lovin' and wipe away your frowns 'cause that's just what dawg's do we love our hoomans it's so true 'cause a dog's love is forever dear to help you through your every tear. so here's to you my awesome fans you make my Sundays anything but bland and even if Louise has gone back to bed and left me here to paw my own poem instead of givin' me the attention that is my due she knows I'll love her 'cause I'm true blue 'cause that's just the way this dawg spends his day Lovin' Louise even when she's absentee!
So…. whady’a think? Maybe I’ll send it off to the New Yorker. Ya?
Then again, maybe I’ll just give C.C. my imploring eyes and he’ll succumb (he’s an easy mark) and give me another one of them treats.
Yeah. That works. ‘Cause I don’t need fame and fortune as ‘the Dawg who writes poems’. I just need my hoomans to keep on stayin’ home until this panda invasion is gone and we get the all clear to gather once more with family and friends I can greet at the door!
Hey! I’m likin’ this poetry gig.
I'm a poet but my paws don't show it they're Dawgfellows!
Just so you know. I did not write that last ridiculous piece. Louise did. She just couldn’t leave me alone to write for myself. And then, of course, she had to add her two poetic cents worth!
Sigh. What’s a dawg to do when his hooman is Louise? I know! I know! Keep on lovin’ her in spite of herself! ‘Cause that’s what real dawgs do.