On Childhood pets

 

Wow! There were a lot of great poems this week, on the topic of childhood pets. This was a favorite (though this cat sounds a little over-indulged):

Toilet water -- yum!
Ground beef on the counter -- yum!
Next: nap in sunshine.

Desiree had a traveling dog:

A traveling dog
was Topper. From Germany
to VA he roamed.

And this one traveled on its own volition:

Lhasa apso dog
Looked like mop without handle
Then he ran away

This anonymous entry was quite evocative:

My dog was named Boots
Because she had four white paws
She was a good dog

As was the follow-up dog:

New dog with no name
Mom said “she’s a smart Cookie”
And that was her name

Jill Scoggins, I wish I'd known this dog! (and I loved the description):

Dachshund Boopie had
but one skill: swallowing his
food whole in great gulps.

Why waste time chewing?
Too much to do. Gotta chase
squirrels. Gotta bark.

Gotta dig. Gotta
bark. Gotta sleep in the sun.
Gotta bark, bark, bark.

And, speaking of dachshunds, Tim had one:

Call him a dachshund
Or even a wiener dog
Either way it's Fritz

And Christine had a memory of not-a-dog-or-cat:

A pet canary
Scattered seed; an empty cage
sits in the basement

Name long forgotten
No doubt buried in backyard
Beneath the plum tree

And Dr. Daniel Price, we had a car with the same name:

Bessie. Calico
cat, named as one would a cow,
to mother's regret.