pomeranian | wordsfromanneli

You might say, “The eagle has landed.” This one came down for a visit in my back yard.

Young and eager,

Food is meagre,

Desperation makes him brave.

Meals are sparing

Without herring,

Times of plenty he does crave.

Taking chances,

Searching glances

May result in other fare.

Tiny doggies,

Little froggies,

He’ll eat either, doesn’t care.

[No eagles allowed inside the yard.]

Here comes Emma,

Oh dilemma,

So ferocious she can sound.

Eaglet leaving

Or be grieving,

Emma’s a tenacious hound.

Snobby puppy

Getting “uppy,”

“Don’t go calling me a hound.

I’m a spaniel,

Read the manual,

Guard the neighbourhood around.”

[Hi, I’m Tiny Tony!]

“He might set

His hooks in yet,

If he grabbed Tony, I would cry.

Did you see

The eagle flee

Because I barked and made him fly?”

[Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll take care of you.]

Vancouver Island is surrounded by many other smaller islands. It’s an easy boat ride to go for an overnight picnic on one of them. With our troller and the sporty boat of our friends, we did just that. Here we are snuggled up together.

The aluminum skiff is handy for ferrying us to shore for some exploring and picture taking.

So many plants and shells are different from those on most beaches of Vancouver Island.

Our friends’ dog may have been a bit nervous at first, but he proved to have sailor’s blood running in his veins. He had a great time and was as good as gold.