Poem Time

An ode to the garbage eater in the house, Spirit the dog.

I'm a little Spritey
Short and fat
Can I have some food?
Are you gonna finish that?
When I hear food dropping
Hear it splat
There I am in seconds
To chew on that.

The way she's eating, we're not going to have enough food for the humans around here. Last week she was munching on eggshells. We know she doesn't have a calcium deficiency because she eats enough cheese for three people.

Whisper snarfed down my popcorn, but she's pretty picky about what she eats otherwise. She has her phobias (note: everything from rain to dark to cars to loud noises), but she's affectionate and sweet all the same.

Spirit, however, is jealous, conniving, sneaky, bratty, pushy, temperamental, sassy, and a glutton. She is also terribly cute and funny, which would be why she gets away with everything. Case in point: Poo's in a temper because she can't go out and play. Guess who's going to have to deal with that all day?

Not much going on with me. Waiting on everything...

Ta,
Bec