Need a little comic relief?
"Our Lives With Dogs" is at the publisher and should be available by the holidays. In the meantime, here is a preview.
Massimo’s such a good boy.
His lamb is his favorite toy.
He throws it around.
And then rolls on the ground.
Watching him brings us great joy.
Massimo sure liked to zoom.
He’d pause, and then he’d resume.
He’d run through the house,
As if chasing a mouse.
We feared he would zoom to Khartoum.
Massimo sure knows his mind.
Truly he’s one of a kind.
He eats when he chooses,
picks in which bed he snoozes.
A better dog’s quite hard to find.
Massimo came on the scene,
and in dog years, he now is a teen.
He eats all his food
but doesn’t grow as he should.
He remains tiny and lean.
Massimo did not gain weight
despite all the dog food he ate
the turkey was nice
but he spit out the rice
for a plump dog, we’ll just have to wait.
Massimo is very good;
He does everything that he should.
He sits, and he stays;
He runs, and he plays,
but he still doesn’t eat enough food.
Massimo came down with fleas.
His skin itched like busy bees,
so we went to the vet
(that's a doc for a pet),
and got powders that put him at ease
Massimo went to the vet
They poked him and pinched him, and yet,
He did not complain
and endured every pain
All in all, he is such a good pet.
The gardeners were out on the lawn,
but Massimo wished they were gone.
They mowed, and they blowed,
and they raked, and they hoed.
He thought that they stayed much too long.
Massimo barked at the door
but wouldn’t say what he saw.
(It rhymes if you have a NY accent.)
A cat or a bear?
Or maybe a hare?
We wish he would use his words more.
Massimo likes to be mindful.
The practice makes him feel kindful.
He sits, and he knows it;
is calm, and he shows it.
He feels strong, like the tower of Eiffel.
Massimo watches TV.
“Slow Horses” & “Professor T.”
He likes a good story
if it isn’t too gory,
but colors he never can see.
Massimo went to Palm Springs
to find sunshine and cacti and things.
He lay by the pool
And obeyed the gag rule
And never left mom’s apron strings.
“A box came from Chewy.com!
I hope it’s a present from Mom!
It is! A new bed!
Feels good on my head!”
Massimo knows how to turn on the charm.
Massimo never would come,
When called by his dad or his mum.
He would blankly stare,
As if they weren’t there
He would wait and just sit on his bum.
The limericks are a joint effort with Massimo’s Dad, Larry, the man I met forty years ago.
Sweet limerick book with adorable photos, Janice. xoxo
Lee
Ah, Lee, I remember when I so admired you because you were doing what I hoped to do one day: write. Thanks for the friendship and inspiration. I'm not the only one you inspire, BTW.