Ruff, Ruff, WOOF, WOOF!
May 10th 2007 06:19
Ruff, Ruff, Come play with me,
I’m just a pup. I love a game
There’s nothing like a “Tug of war”,
“Fetch the ball” is much the same.
I can play it in the morning.
I can chase it at twilight,
Any time’s just right for me,
Even every night.
If it’s not at eat or sleep time
I will run with any ball.
No matter what the game is,
Cause I just love them all.
I’ll wag my tail, cock my ears,
And dance up on my toes
If I can your attention gain,
You love me, I suppose.
Woof! Woof!, I have you cornered now,
I’ve grown an ounce or two.
The wolf in me is coming out,
The days of games are through.
For games become a lifestyle –
Only takes a little practice
To style a mental process
So a habit’s given access.
And a habit is so hard to beat.
The mind is taken over
Piece by piece and day by day
By clever little “Rover”
You thought that you had full control
But I’m a little smarter.
And now you want to stop this game,
The ties you cannot sever.
For if perchance you cease a while
I’ll grab you by the trousers,
And pull until you come with me
Away from all the wowsers,
I’ll growl, and tug, and lift my lip
And snarl, and show white teeth,
And should you then resist the game
You’ll feel more than my breath!
I bite! I maul. I tug and drag,
I chew and gnaw and shake.
The jugular’s my favourite clench
And I don’t take a break!
My mates will hear the noise you make
And they’ll come join the fray
Until we’ve got you down and out
On that inglorious day.
We’ll draw your bright red sucker’s blood.
We’ll rip your insides out.
You were a fool to mush with us.
The rules you thought you’d flout.
Oh, crocodiles you understand
And keep well clear of those,
But puppies you misapprehend
And take a little dose.
And here are Poky, Cheat and Cheeky,
Flirt and Fibber, and Klepto.
Their games are fun, as you can see,
Their influence feels minnow -
But then along comes the parent breed
With serious hunger pangs.
Meet Porno, Casino, Predator, Ice,
Mugger, Embezzler, and Fangs.
This is the company that doesn’t muck around.
The puppies are up front to hide them.
Play with the puppies and your goose is cooked
The big dogs are not far behind them!
You can be enticed by a hundred little pets
If you’re foolish enough to play.
Be sure that within every playful wee pup
Grows a wolf who will make you pay your way!
For Interest you might like to name a few more puppies – Me First, ….
Then name the wolves which they might become!
I’m just a pup. I love a game
There’s nothing like a “Tug of war”,
“Fetch the ball” is much the same.
I can play it in the morning.
I can chase it at twilight,
Any time’s just right for me,
Even every night.
If it’s not at eat or sleep time
I will run with any ball.
No matter what the game is,
Cause I just love them all.
I’ll wag my tail, cock my ears,
And dance up on my toes
If I can your attention gain,
You love me, I suppose.
Woof! Woof!, I have you cornered now,
The wolf in me is coming out,
The days of games are through.
For games become a lifestyle –
Only takes a little practice
To style a mental process
So a habit’s given access.
And a habit is so hard to beat.
The mind is taken over
Piece by piece and day by day
By clever little “Rover”
You thought that you had full control
But I’m a little smarter.
And now you want to stop this game,
The ties you cannot sever.
For if perchance you cease a while
I’ll grab you by the trousers,
And pull until you come with me
Away from all the wowsers,
I’ll growl, and tug, and lift my lip
And snarl, and show white teeth,
And should you then resist the game
You’ll feel more than my breath!
I bite! I maul. I tug and drag,
I chew and gnaw and shake.
The jugular’s my favourite clench
And I don’t take a break!
My mates will hear the noise you make
And they’ll come join the fray
Until we’ve got you down and out
On that inglorious day.
We’ll draw your bright red sucker’s blood.
We’ll rip your insides out.
The rules you thought you’d flout.
Oh, crocodiles you understand
And keep well clear of those,
But puppies you misapprehend
And take a little dose.
And here are Poky, Cheat and Cheeky,
Flirt and Fibber, and Klepto.
Their games are fun, as you can see,
Their influence feels minnow -
But then along comes the parent breed
With serious hunger pangs.
Meet Porno, Casino, Predator, Ice,
Mugger, Embezzler, and Fangs.
This is the company that doesn’t muck around.
The puppies are up front to hide them.
Play with the puppies and your goose is cooked
The big dogs are not far behind them!
You can be enticed by a hundred little pets
If you’re foolish enough to play.
Be sure that within every playful wee pup
Grows a wolf who will make you pay your way!
For Interest you might like to name a few more puppies – Me First, ….
Then name the wolves which they might become!
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Comment by Nickoftime's Sanity Corner
now you've got me looking sideways at my Shepherd Sam!!
He has this knowing smile on his face after he read your post...hmmm...his inner wolf coming out maybe?
Great post!
Take care,
Nick
Comment by Helen's House
Truth Wisdom Freedom
Greetings to Sam from Banjo "Ruff, Ruff!", Dolly , "Ruff Ruff" (chihuahuas crossed with Jack Russell and Pappillon) and Sam "Meiow, Meiow!"The wisdom they would pass on is "Always check out the opportunities - (there might be food in the cat's bowl!)"
You have no idea how your responses encourage me. Thank you so much.
Helen
Comment by Nickoftime's Sanity Corner
nahh he doesn't like the cat food thankfully! LOL
He only ate it once and got so sick he's never tried it again!
And you're most welcomed...stop by my site and check it out sometime! You may be pleasantly surprized!
Take care,
Nick