Cady is now here.
"Why can't you learn to be good?"
Sighs my Mom sadly.
I'm sorry. But I'm quoting accurately.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Save the Beagle
Why is this little rescue beagle so precious to us?
Is it the way she wiggles when she wants a treat?
The way she curls in her bed, tail to nose?
Perhaps the soft fur of her velvety ears?
Or the way her ears stand forward
When she smells a rabbit while we walk?
No, we love her because she needs our love.
She needs to know what it is to be loved.
And she needs to love.
Katie the Beagle was once a number,
A broken piece of machinery,
Chipped cog off a puppy mill's gear,
A tool who had outlived her usefulness.
She arrived in our home
Scrawny and scared,
Wormy and worried,
Abused and alone.
But now look into her soft brown eyes.
They say,
"I have a name,
And a place,
And a master.
I belong.
"I am Katie the Beagle,
And I belong."
She is loved, and she loves.
And in this simple exchange
We create more love in the world.
In her rescue is our rescue.
We can not save the whole world.
The whole world is too big for us.
But we can save the world
One beagle at a time.
Is it the way she wiggles when she wants a treat?
The way she curls in her bed, tail to nose?
Perhaps the soft fur of her velvety ears?
Or the way her ears stand forward
When she smells a rabbit while we walk?
No, we love her because she needs our love.
She needs to know what it is to be loved.
And she needs to love.
Katie the Beagle was once a number,
A broken piece of machinery,
Chipped cog off a puppy mill's gear,
A tool who had outlived her usefulness.
She arrived in our home
Scrawny and scared,
Wormy and worried,
Abused and alone.
But now look into her soft brown eyes.
They say,
"I have a name,
And a place,
And a master.
I belong.
"I am Katie the Beagle,
And I belong."
She is loved, and she loves.
And in this simple exchange
We create more love in the world.
In her rescue is our rescue.
We can not save the whole world.
The whole world is too big for us.
But we can save the world
One beagle at a time.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The Ray Brace Dog Haiku
Mandy is neither a beagle nor a black lab. But Ray did contribute a pretty good doggie haiku to a beagle-haiku thread on Facebook:
Black wiggly Mandy
Greets me sweetly at the gate
Welcome home, Daddy
--Raymond Brace.
Black wiggly Mandy
Greets me sweetly at the gate
Welcome home, Daddy
--Raymond Brace.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Back to Our Core Mission: Outsourced *Beagle* Haiku
This bit of outsourced beagle haiku was contributed by Mary Campbell-Droze in a burst of enthusiasm over the outcome of the Colts at Miami game on Monday Night Football:
Monday Night Haiku Starring Katie the Beagle
Katie the Beagle!
For sure, she was rooting for
Indy the Coltses
Alas, Mary is unaware that the late touchdown that Peyton Manning threw to beat the Dolphins also brought defeat to the Basking Beagles fantasy football team by the narrowest of margins, six-tenths of a point.
Thus, the haiku reply:
Katie is bitter.
Peyton's final TD beat
The Basking Beagles.
How do I know that Katie the Beagle was bitter? I'm almost positive that it took her six-tenths of a second longer than usual to fall asleep.
Monday Night Haiku Starring Katie the Beagle
Katie the Beagle!
For sure, she was rooting for
Indy the Coltses
Alas, Mary is unaware that the late touchdown that Peyton Manning threw to beat the Dolphins also brought defeat to the Basking Beagles fantasy football team by the narrowest of margins, six-tenths of a point.
Thus, the haiku reply:
Katie is bitter.
Peyton's final TD beat
The Basking Beagles.
How do I know that Katie the Beagle was bitter? I'm almost positive that it took her six-tenths of a second longer than usual to fall asleep.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Detroit Lions Post-Game Haiku
What should Cady chew
while she's here? I hope she eats
The Detroit Lions.
Yeah, that's right. 0-2 to start the season. That makes nineteen losses in a row. Ugh.
Truthfully, they did look a bit better than last year's truly horrid squad. I think they'll eventually manage to win a few games before the year is out.
But you're on notice, Lions. Cady the Terrible is coming soon, and if you don't win a game soon, I'm going to set her loose in your locker room.
while she's here? I hope she eats
The Detroit Lions.
Yeah, that's right. 0-2 to start the season. That makes nineteen losses in a row. Ugh.
Truthfully, they did look a bit better than last year's truly horrid squad. I think they'll eventually manage to win a few games before the year is out.
But you're on notice, Lions. Cady the Terrible is coming soon, and if you don't win a game soon, I'm going to set her loose in your locker room.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Savage Seventeen-Syllable Swordfight Continues
Haiku battle with
My fast-typin' Mom? At best,
Pyrrhic victory.
We welcome Cady
As our future furry guest
But I'll hide my shoes!
My fast-typin' Mom? At best,
Pyrrhic victory.
We welcome Cady
As our future furry guest
But I'll hide my shoes!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Another Cady defense from my Mom
Sweet Cady the lab,
Greeley's gentle companion.
Never terrible.
To which I say, with apologies to Maya Angelou:
A Rock, A River,
A Tree. All since departed,
Eaten by Cady.
Really, though, I should be smarter than to get in a haiku battle with a semi-retired woman who types fast and can quickly convert the hours she spends playing Freecell and solitaire on the computer into hours spent counting syllables.
Greeley's gentle companion.
Never terrible.
To which I say, with apologies to Maya Angelou:
A Rock, A River,
A Tree. All since departed,
Eaten by Cady.
Really, though, I should be smarter than to get in a haiku battle with a semi-retired woman who types fast and can quickly convert the hours she spends playing Freecell and solitaire on the computer into hours spent counting syllables.
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