A poem of love and thanks

The light into my bedroom streaming

Morning light sends wood floors gleaming

Small shifts and shuffles from their dens

Two German Shepherds softly dreaming.

 

I imagine Blaze is chasing rabbit

As I have dubbed her nighttime habit

Of running legs and lowly growls

And the cruelty of Lorena Babbitt.

 

Or is it Bobbitt, I don’t know

For my memory’s begun to go

I just remember nighttime lobbing

And men responding, ‘Holy crow!”

 

Marshal Dillon Dingle’s plan

In dreams or in reality, man

Is ice cube stalking here and there

From Dunstable to Kazakhstan.

 

It’s Marshal who begins to yawn

Signaling that he’s noticed dawn

My nearly perfect husband sighs

Says something about ‘Satan’s spawn’.

 

Princess Blaze doesn’t make a sound

Considering paws up or down

Her self-appointed role is clear

Will Marshal Dillon stick around.

 

Gates are open, yelps of glee

Fred and Monty join the spree

Shepherds, a Lab, an old Bernese

Down the stairs and out to pee.

 

Blaze is down the stairs quite quickly

Fred and Monty, just as swiftly

Marshal Dillon Dingle’s waiting

For Dad or Mom ‘case Blaze is prickly.

 

Blaze has her rules, not to be broken

And she enforces them, outspoken

As Marshal Dillon searches quickly

For the perfect German Shepherd token

 

To give to Blaze, and make her happy

Something small and not too sappy

For Fred, the lab, some poop would do

But Blaze would think that present crappy.

 

So on and on and on he searches

Around the maples oaks and birches

As Blaze stares at him from on high

Of several rock and tree limb perches.

 

He finally springs from the tall grass

With a gift he thinks could be first class

He walks to her, nothing in tow

And promptly licks her on the ass.

 

He won’t acknowledge all her mumbles

Won’t go away when she grumbles

Ignores all her female Shepherd rules

And her resolve just slowly crumbles.

 

It is coming nigh onto a year

On our Dingle home frontier

He’s settled in, and staked his claim

Cracking even Blaze’s tough veneer.

 

This unexpected pup appears

With soulful eyes, and too-big ears

And leads us on a journey back

From freakin’ rainbows seen through tears.

(Just Ponderin’)

 

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I would like to thank Just Ponderin’ for her kind permission to publish her poems on my blog.

Please visit her inspiring blog justponderin.com