a poem by my dog, Tuco, entitled: "We who wait, wait, wait" (Excerpt)

Oh, thank you for this wonderful delight of a poem. Bless you. My dog thanks you (well ok, he's in doggie heaven but I know that was him saying: SEE, what I'd tell you? Stanley Steamcleaner to the rescue! Smiles, Ann

Oh you poor dog! Give him a bite in the butt and show him to the mop & bucket. Nicely written you old dog. Woof, Woof Rosina xena465

I loved this little comic relief. My dog Paco answers: You - in the bathroom again why are you so obsessed with cleanliness? I never wash You - hugging the children again why is it always them? Hug me! You - putting on your coat Are we going for a walk? Crap! You're taking the car that means you're going to work and I get to stay at home You - opening the door of the flat Finally! What took you so long? I - wagging my tail jumping nearly knocking you off balance You - scrubbing my ears patting my back Yes! You - taking my leash I - running to the door Let's walk in the snow Now Yours, ~Nina

Oh, Nina. That was a delight. Glad to meet Paco. And my dog, Miles (though in doggie heaven) answers: It's snowing again, I bet your ankle hurts (the cold & snow demons exercise their rights) when you tossed me off the deck to do my doodoo, but I waited till almost spring, and exactly where I landed, you, running towards the stairs, fell and twisted your ankle on a patch of ice just beneath the snow. I really didn't mean it. Cause it backfired. You couldn't walk without crutches for weeks. No parkway. No fun. Just remember I love you more than any other two-legged man you can ever met. ~A