Puppy with Puppy

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Our one year old huge puppy stole quietly from a shelf of toys for the grandkids a little stuffed brown puppy which he carries around the house and falls asleep with. It’s so cute.

Guthrie was not cute today when it was time to go home from our walk. Usually after 30-40 minutes of him running constantly, he’s tired and ready to hop into the car. But today, with the wind blowing and the snow falling, he was having the time of his life running and slipping in the snow, up and down the cliffs, scooping up snow. When we’d walked back to the car, he ran up the cliff and hid behind a bush. It took about twenty more minutes of him coming close and then darting a way before I finally caught the little [huge] toad and put his leash on him. We’re terrible parents because we think it’s funny. After all, I’m retired. I have nothing better to do than play with the dog.

Poetry

Puppy with Puppy

The cutest thing
you’ll ever see
is a puppy
sleeping
beside his very own
little brown
slightly soggy
stuffed puppy
which he stole
very gently
very sneakily
from the shelf
of stuffed things
for grand-kiddies.

Sheri Edwards
01.08.24 008.365.24
Poetry/Photography