Haikus for Phoebe, A Dog of So Much Mischief, But Also Fur and Love
You are the longest
bear and/or pup in the world
Or at least this block
You are the longest
bear and/or pup in the world
Or at least this block
A part of me always knew the place wasn’t the right fit.
You couldn’t take me anywhere as a kid.
Then there’s hunting, and the days that dad would pull us out of school for a “family emergency” so that we could chase after dogs who chased after pheasants and then watch as their iridescent feathers caught the autumn sun.
I like knowing the sorts of things they write crossword puzzle clues about; it’s one of the ways I feel like I understand the world I live in.
The excessive dramatics might just be because your grandpa is a Leo though.
Where oh where Lord, are these great things?
The blue jays we were ignoring are more striking birds.
I reach quasi Tour de France hill climb status.
I’ve started considering that there’s more to the idea than just talking to flight agents and snapping at my husband.