Fortissimo !

These nine dogs do love a good song.

If I start, they all sing along.

Lips form perfect ohses

With up-thrusted noses

And "Ah-wooos" rise up from the throng.

If a visitor comes to our house,

Saying "hush, dogs" I feel like a louse!

But shush them I must

Or eardrums would bust

And it plucks the last nerve of my spouse.

True they purely can raise a great racket!

It can sound quite like an attack! It

Is Noise at its sweetest -

Sirens could not compete, it's

Not joy or sheer volume they lack.

When you chance by our home in the city
You might hear that sound which is pretty

Of musical hounds

Whose loudness astounds

As they howl out their delightful ditty!

Hug your howlin' hounds

[Have you wondered why all the poetry? We had our 56,000th page view of this blog! We missed the 50,000th entirely, and now it's up to 58,421 anyway, so we are having a little celebration! That's all.]