Pup is gorgeous, but nothing bears a cute cat purring at your side, after a stressful day. Wouldn't give up Squeak, Venus or Star for the world, Sherry. May his memories live forever with you.
Yes, dogs and poems love to play with you and give you so much pleasure. It is always good to write a poem now and then about one's own dogs in the past.
This is the cutest thing ever!!! I LOVE this poem. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, it is!!!
ReplyDeleteAw...Indeed!...How sweet!
ReplyDeleteHahaha, yes. Yes. And then it lies in our hearts.
ReplyDeletelives, not lies!
DeleteWow!!! This is so true and what a comparison !
ReplyDeleteNice!!!
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Cute puppy.
ReplyDeleteThat's Pup, when I first found him. SO cute!
ReplyDeleteOMG - Pup as a "Puppy!"
Deletewhoot .... I'm falling over. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.
And yup, poetry is like puppies, or awake playful kittens, or little tigahs, or fish swimming in a bowl. But oh, I like this poem. And Pup.
I swear, I'm swooning! 💖💕
Oh dear! That's Pup!! O Sherry, how you miss him!! Such a cutie pie.
DeletePup is gorgeous, but nothing bears a cute cat purring at your side, after a stressful day. Wouldn't give up Squeak, Venus or Star for the world, Sherry. May his memories live forever with you.
ReplyDeletePup is beyond adorable. As is this poem!
ReplyDeleteA delightful metaphor, Sherry. It so explains how some of mine have become such wolfhounds! :)
ReplyDeleteYes, dogs and poems love to play with you and give you so much pleasure. It is always good to write a poem now and then about one's own dogs in the past.
ReplyDeleteImagine saying no to the puppy or the poem!
ReplyDeleteSmiling so hard right now :)
ReplyDeletedeciding which way
ReplyDeleteit will go......
and then it grows.
Very much follow the trend of thoughts persisting then!
Hank