Hello again, Gentle Readers..
Max has been with us for about two weeks, now, and I believe it’s time to take the relationship to the next level…
No, I’m not talking about holding hands or anything of that sort, I’m speaking of the next level culturally – a matter of refinement, intellect and good manners, etc. – you know – the stuff of which High Society is made…
Yea, I can only be speaking of … Poetry…
Hence, therefore, I present to you, Gentle Readers, my first poetic offering to Max…
Walking The Dog
The Very William H. Kammerer, Jr., Esquire (not)
Doggy Woggy was a dog
Doggy Woggy liked to jog
Master didn’t like to run
Doggy’s master was no fun
Doggy Woggy’s master wasn’t very doggy… Woggy?
Thank you for your kind attention…
Judy and I were eating dinner at the dining room table. Next to our table, we have two extra chairs situated against a couple of walls at about 45 degree angles to two of the table’s corners.
Panther likes to be “with us” while we eat, and sometimes actually jumps up on the table… This is, of course, not permissible and when she tries, one of us has to either catch her mid flight or, in the event of a successful landing, pick her up and set her on the floor.
When this happens, she immediately hops up on one of the extra chairs and “watches” us.. Tonight it was my turn…
Judy and I are going over to see Max tomorrow afternoon…
We join the conversation just after I have removed Panther from the table and deposited her onto the floor… Panther has placed herself on the extra chair closest to me…
Judy: “…So, I’ll let them know that we will be there after Church tomorrow – about 12:30 sound OK?”
Me: “Sure, 12:30 is good.”
And I address Panther: “Hey P-Cat, how’s it going? Guess what!! Judy is taking me to go see Max tomorrow and take him for a walk!”
Panther just closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep..
“She’s ignoring you.”
“Just wait a couple of weeks… she’ll be ignoring you.”