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Dec 2014
Must be hard to be a full of energy young dog
that belongs to an old man with bad knees.
He always wants to play, sadly I don't.
Oh well, at least he gets plenty to eat and
lots of rest. Seldom gets too cold or wet.
And neither of us can complain of not getting
enough love or affection, 'cause that's what
we give and get. Not a bad deal in the end.
Another small observed Moment in Time.
Brought on by a long day hold up indoors
out of a black cold rain filled sky. In front
of the warmth of our hearth and fire.
When he can not stand the peaceful
quite any longer, when the Dog Gone Blues
get hold of him, he grabs a toy and runs
with total abandon around and around
the furniture as fast as his fleet Boxer Dog
feet can propel him, and when done, collapses
back down onto his doggie bed, sighs deeply
and closes his eyes, all spent.
"We'll take a walk tomorrow if the sun
shines young Tucker dog, I promise."
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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