I Am Ordered To be Quiet
and be On Guard
That can only mean one thing:
A bored dog is a dangerous creature.
So before I get anywhere
boring and dangerous . . .
. . . a little quiet roaching will help!
It is Holy Week in my islands
and everything is quiet
so I better get on with my hunts
My new look.
I am wearing the black's collars.
They belong to my late black father Sumo
and my late big black brother Bogart.
Keeper wanted to give them away
but I forbid her not to
because it still carries their scent!
There is something growing in the rocky garden.
Too bad I can not eat it!
I am exempted from fasting.
I eat meat all the time.
And my meal always smell good!
I helped make a friendship tag for Keeper.
I licked and bit the yarn.
Now Keeper can wear them on her wrist
and quietly declare our friendship.
Oh I'm sure you know
which pillows belong to Keeper
and which ones are mine!
Keeper is giving our pillows a sunbath!
And I give myself a sun bath too:
And Pusa and Viola
wanted to know what I see
around Rainbow Avenue:
My hoomans feed her regularly.
Dawgy barks a lot . . .
and calls to me a lot!
Dawgy is calling my attention
to that white dog walking with her human
but WITHOUT A LEASH!!!!
But I can't bark about it.
And now look!
Somedoggy is passing by
and leaving pee-mails
on our gate!
And I can't bark again!
. . . is No-Name.
And No-Name lives dangerously on the street!
I tried not to bark and failed . . .
No-Name is the enemy of
our adopted stray cat!
Do you see anybody?
I really thought somebody called me
but I don't see anybody!
RainbowAve is quiet this week . . .
. . . and if I don't watchit
the people will bark at me!
So I think I should enjoy the quiet
and the hot fiery sun
because it can only mean one thing:
the people will not pester me this week!
I smile while sunbathing, Lisa.
Quiet is good after all . . .
Have a quiet Easter week everybody!