Hi Friends. Today I present, for your entertainment, a poem that continues the story of Lex’s precious puppy, Ozzie. Those of you out there, who actually know the real Oz, acknowledge that deep down, he is a sweetie-pie in a fur coat. It’s just that it’s so darn hard to get beyond his “balls to the wall” greeting, when you come through our front door. A doggy diva, he wants your attention… he demands it. Ozzie is going to be three years old in August and while most acknowledge that “He’s getting better.”, I think this is more an expression of sympathy rather than an actual statement of fact. Stash
Ozzie Is A Very Bad Dog
Ozzie is a very bad dog…
Though he really doesn’t mean to be.
It’s just that he can’t help it…
He was born this way, you see.
Please don’t misunderstand…
Sometimes Ozzie has interludes normal…
Spells when he doesn’t utter a peep.
Stretches when he is calm and composed…
Precious moments… like when he’s asleep.
Impulsive and easily distracted…
Ozzie’s behavior is like a hurricane.
If you attempt to describe its weather,
The best you can say… “It’s awful…
I hope tomorrow’s gonna be better.”
Mother Nature has played a cruel trick…
Looking at life through a fun house mirror,
Everything sees to twist and turn and twirl.
Poor Ozzie has a dreadful affliction…
Born a dog, he has the brain of a squirrel.
Stash 5/28/13