Welcome to OBI's Corner |
...every dog may have his day, but few have their own web page |
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Dog HAIKU I love my master; |
How do I love thee? The ways are numberless as My hairs on the rug. |
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I lie belly-up |
My human is home! I am so ecstatic I have Made a puddle. |
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Today I sniffed |
I hate my choke chain. Look, world, they strangle me! Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack! |
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I sound the alarm! |
Sleeping here, my chin On your foot, no greater bliss--well, Maybe catching rats. |
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I sound the alarm! |
Look in my eyes and Deny it. No human could Love you as much I do. |
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I sound the alarm! |
The cat is not all Bad; she fills the litter box With Tootsie Rolls. |
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I sound the alarm! |
I am your best friend, Now, always, and especially When you are eating. |
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I sound the alarm! |
You may call them fleas, But they are far more; I call Them a vocation. |
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I lift my leg and |
I love my master I perfume his shoes okay, it's pee but it's happy pee. |
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Dig under fence--why? |
My dog loves me this I know because my shoes tell me so he's left happy pee on them. |
--anon
Budja Poem
A sleeping budja,
lips squeeze from the end of his jaw like black toothpaste
paw pads huge
like fly eyes magnified a million times
coal nose with Nike-swoosh cavities
knob o’ knowledge tops his head
like a cherry upon a sundae
Budja the size of several small continents
a heft that guarantees attention
brown eyes squint then shut
fighting sleep
till we ring: “Brrrrrrinnnng! ”
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY
8:00 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite! 9:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite 9:40 am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite! 10:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite! 11:30 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite! 12:00 noon - Oh Boy! Kids! My favorite! 1:00 pm - Oh Boy! The garden! My favorite! 4:00 pm - Oh Boy! Kids! My favorite! 5:00 pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite! 5:30 pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite! 6:00 pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite! 6:30 pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in moms bed! My favorite!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY
Day 183 Of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
"A well-trained dog will make no attempt to share your lunch. He
will just make you feel so guilty that you
cannot enjoy it." H. Thomson
"Won't be long means nothing to a dog. All he knows is that you are
GONE."
Jane Swan
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