Butterflies

I have a friend who says that puppies' souls come back to visit their mommies as butterflies.

I have a friend who says that puppies’ souls come back to visit their mommies as butterflies.

Butterflies 2

Perhaps that is why my boys enjoy chasing butterflies so much…they sense a kindred spirit.

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Coming Soon! Bitey and his little brother Toby will have their own book. I got a proof back from the printer yesterday, but there had been a problem with compression when the manuscript was sent. I fixed that and resubmitted, so hopefully it will be good enough to approve next time!

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Earth Chocolate

Cairn terrier puppy stuffs himself with all sorts of chocolate.

Toby! You're not eating dirt again, are you? Nooo....?

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Sac de Chien

Cairn terrier puppy wearing green sweater yawns as he plays with boring toilet paper.

Playing with TP

is so very lame.

Each boring white square

is always the same.

If you want a toy

that is totally “bien”

Then the toy that you want

is the sac de chien!

Two doggie waste bags.

Blue ones for puppy boys.

Pink ones for girls.

Just pull the loose end

till the whole roll unfurls!

The dog with these bags

strung like long strands of pearls

Is the luckiest pup in the

entire world!

Cairn terrier puppy with green sweater runs while pulling poop bags behind him.

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Toby’s Christmas

So, who is this Santa fellow again, and what is it I am supposed to be doing for him?

Um, I might not be too worried about that if I were you.

(Shhh…don’t tell Toby, but Santa is bringing him gifts even though he has been naughty.)

Tennis balls on wrapping paper, waiting to be wrapped.

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Dog Days of Summer – A Poem by Geordie the Dog

Be careful when you close that
big white fridge door.
I’m lying quite near
on the cool kitchen floor.
I don’t want you dropping
stuff on my poor head.
I’m really alive
though I look like I’m dead.
I’m missing the ice and the snow
and the slush
of Winter as you scoot me around by my tush.
I think that this Summer,
I’ve paid my “heat dues”
Now how ’bout we go on an
Alaskan cruise!!!