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Category Archives: English cocker spaniel


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E has to be for Emma

 

When Emma was a baby, the ensuite bathroom was a good place for her to play. Nothing she could wreck in there, and a tile floor in case of accidents.

Be sure to turn on your sound.

When she had the run of the house, she liked to play around her dog bed, which was beside Ruby’s (our springer spaniel). Looking for something to chew on and destroy, as usual.

Later she even chewed the straps out of out nearly new Birkenstocks. Apparently she wasn’t sorry. The flavour must have been … irresistible.

 

Hey guys! Anneli told me a joke. She said she’d give me away if I didn’t behave myself.

That’s a doggone good one, eh?

 

She’ll keep me around. She can’t help herself. I’m just too darn cute to give away even if I misbehave sometimes.

 

And anyway, she needs me for her alphabet blogs because E is for Emma.


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Queen Ellie’s Visit

Queen Ellie (alias Eleanor Rigby) and Hostess Emma in the family room.

 

The queen is on her throne today,

She’s not inclined to play,

While hostess Emma, sad to say,

Looks not so very gay.

 

 As Ellie plays at being queen,

Knows Emma won’t  be mean,

But still in Emma’s face is seen

Displacement in this scene.

 

But well done, Ladies, being friends,

As each the other tends,

For scraps gone by, they make amends

The friendship never ends. 

 

 


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The Apple Thief

The MacIntosh is “Oh my gosh,”

The loveliest of fruit,

If Adam ponders at its wonders,

Who can blame the brute?

I don’t see trouble in the rubble,

Just a pail of yum,

The sneaky nibbles taste like kibbles, 

Hope no one will come.

You shouldn’t cheat, you shouldn’t eat,

Those apples that are picked.

But never fear, I’ll stay right here,

And then I won’t get nicked.

I just don’t care, I’m on a dare,

These apples are so good,

And anyhow, it’s too late now,

To stop me if you could.

So juicy sweet is apple meat,

It runs right down my throat,

Why don’t you grab a little dab?

And don’t just stand remote.

Come on and join, and let’s purloin,

Another tasty treat,

We’ll get right down onto the ground,

The flavour can’t be beat.

I’m in the mood to not be rude, 

And spoil the missus’ work,

You go ahead, but filled with dread,

You’ll see you’ve been a twerk.

You make me feel like such a heel,

I thought you’d have some too.

I feel so bad, now don’t be mad,

My actions I do rue.

I hope you’ve learned, a page you’ve turned,

Those Macs were not for you,

Your ear is floppy, tongue is soppy,

Learn from what you do.


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Lightning, Thunder, and Rain … at Last!

I know it’s been dry and you want it to rain,

But I saw a flash in the sky,

You tell me it’s safe and it won’t cause me pain,

But take me inside where it’s dry.

I heard a loud boom and a rumbling growl,

It sounds pretty scary to me,

I’m trying my best not to let loose and howl,

To be what you want me to be.

 


What flashes of light and that fierce rumbling boom,

My courage is fading so fast,

Let’s sit on the couch, just move over, make room,

We’ll snuggle until it is past.


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Emma’s Sea Monster

By the side of the beautiful Similkameen River,

A cooling off place needed to be explored.

The water was perfect.

Well … almost perfect …

Except for that sea monster sticking its head up,

Checking me out.

I decided to put on a brave face,

And challenge it.

Maybe it would go away and leave my swimming area.

And yet … it wasn’t to be easily intimidated.

I kept my back legs ready for a quick retreat,

Just in case.

I called big sister, Ruby, over to check it out.

I felt a bit foolish when she had a quick look,

Turned, and said, “Nah! It’s just a stick.”

“Huh!” I said. “I knew that.”

But now I have egg on my face.

Or maybe a piece of a pine needle.

Oh, well. It’s better than being eaten,

By a sea monster!