My dog ate something that he thought was yummy.
Whatever it was sat ill in his tummy.
His tummy said, "No, dummy, that wasn’t yummy.
I’m sending it backwards to make you feel crummy."
I'm no poet. But there's just something about stepping in slimy dog puke at six o'clock in the morning that will inspire verse or curse, whichever is most handy on the tip of the tongue. This rolled out of my mouth last week in the heat of a very outraged dog rescue moment, and I made the mistake of sharing it with The Writers' Block. Well, naturally they made me post it. Because that's what we do--we post things we write. Even silly things, like this. But hey. If it brings a smile, maybe it's worth it. I can't be the only person in the world who rolled out of bed to stop the vomiting dog before he vomited, and put my foot down just a moment too late.
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