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Pensive Prattling by Shaki

Don't Let the Vacuum Cleaner Eat Me!!

Dear Diary,
Mommy got out my nemesis, 'n' I just had to tell you how I feel, so I wrote this little poem to share with you.


Don’t let the vacuum cleaner eat me!
Don’t let it come too near.
Just ‘cause it doesn’t belch fire and brimstone,
I still have reason to fear.

Don’t let the vacuum cleaner eat me!
Don’t let it come so close.
Ev’ry time I try to sniff it,
It tries to grab my nose, so,

Don’t let the vacuum cleaner eat me!
Don’t let it come too near.
Just ‘cause it doesn’t belch fire and brimstone,
I still have reason to fear.

I tried to be patient,
I tried to be brave.
I tried to go the other way.
But that mean thing just followed
Me around, so this is what I pray:

Don’t let the vacuum cleaner eat me!
Don’t let it come too near.
Just ‘cause it doesn’t belch fire and brimstone,
I still have reason to fear.

Mommy looks so happy
When it grabs up all that dust.
And she tells me which way to go,

But I get confused and all turned around,
That’s why I’m saying just

Don’t let the vacuum cleaner eat me!
Don’t let it come too near.
Just ‘cause it doesn’t belch fire and brimstone,
I still have reason to fear.

I Am in Disgrace

Dear Diary,
I am in deep, deep disgrace with Mommy (although it was really HER fault)!
As you know by now I luv to follow the path of the "little white truck" which is actually our mailman. Well, yesterday we were having a delivery made, 'n' the delivery truck had blocked our mailbox. So, Mommy 'n' I went outside to stand 'n' wait in the driveway, so we could get our mail. I got excited as usual, running around in circles even leashed as I always (Rats!!!) am. The mailman comes up; I look expectantly for an invite to join him in his truck (otherwise known as LWT); he hands Mommy the mail; and, totally ignores ME! When I am in the house and see him either going up or down our hill, I will shake whatever area rug or otherwise shakeable thing is available. Being on the driveway the only thing I could see that was remotely shakeable was Mommy's flapping pants leg, so....I went for it. So what if I also grabbed part of her leg? She should have put it somewhere else. Now she's calling me her Carnivoracious Pup! She did bleed a lot, but I still think it was her fault for having that leg in my sight anyhow. I s'pose now I'll never again get to wait outside with her for the mailman. She did tell me later that she still luvs me, so I guess all is forgiven. Maybe next time, we can take an area rug out with us, just in case.

A Few Days Before Christmas

A Few Days Before Christmas

T’was a few days before Christmas
And all ‘round our house,
Every creature was stirring,
(but not the mouse!)

Pups sniffing, cats purring,
Mom ‘round the stove stirring
Food for all residents,
(But not the mouse!)

The tree decorated,
Children elated,
Anticipating the big day,
(but not the mouse.)

“Why not?” you may ask
the poor li’l creature.
“I’ll tell you,” says he,
“You’ve missed the main feature.”

“It’s the Holy Child’s birthday,
we must remember.
It’s the most important day
In the month of December.”

“So, sing songs of joy,
as you decorate your house!
He was sent to save us!
(Even the mouse!)

gmc 2012