Blithering Senile Idiot, Oh MY!

I think I was just a bit too ambitious;

All this poetry seems so capricious.

Our Kennel Club hosts our dog show tomorrow.

Do you have some energy that I could borrow?

I'm falling asleep between each of these lines.

I must be there by seven, dressed to the nines.

Not to show my dear dogs who love to be shown.

This idiot human forgot to enter her own.

So I'll sell raffle tickets and steward the rings,

I sold ads in the catalog for all kinds of things.

And I'll worry all day about Very Old Dog

He'll stay home with Bill and sleep like a log.

Cause today he got dizzy again and fell down

And I left the show grounds and zoomed back into town,

To sit on by his side til the drugs took effect.

I see him like that and I am quite a wreck.

But he's better tonight and he will be ok.

It just makes tomorrow a much longer day.

Enough of this blither, I must go to sleep.

I'd be ever so grateful if you would keep

A Very Old Dog in your thoughts and your prayers.

For sweetest of hearts, there's none that compares.

hug your precious hounds and sweet dreams