• The Legend of St. Weilers: A Poem By Two Young Dogs

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    Two Puppy St. Weilers Play Rough

    Two Happy St. Weilers playing in snow
    Two Happy St. Weilers playing in snow

    We’re Beckett and Takeko, two blogging Saint-Weiler dogs ,,,

    When adults, we’ll be big and sleep like giant redwood logs.

     

    A sleeping St. Weiler puppy
    Sleeping Dogs Lie - It WASN’T ME

    We get to run when our owners go outside for a jog.

    Our owners think we’re as cute as English hedgehogs.

    We hope they don’t make us drink any sailors’ grog …

     

     

    They won’t think we’re so cute when we’re lost in dense fog -

    or perhaps in a big city that’s congested with smog

    and full of noisy cars that cause a giant traffic clog.

    Or we jump headfirst into a stinky, slimy, messy bog,

    trying hard to get our paws on an army of frogs,

    3 Cats on a log
    Cats on a log

    They want to buy us toys and treats from a catalog,

    (What’s a catalog? Is it a log for cats to lie on?)

    but only treats fit for lovable TV-viewing watchdogs -

     

     

     

    St. Weiler Puppy eating
    Yummy!

    We’ll beg them not to entice us with some eggnog!

    That’s something we think should only go to a hog.

     

    johnmccormick

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