Ode to Dottie...
Tis the time of year
That I've come to fear.
When Dotties offers her siren call,
And all the hounddogs start to fall.
Arriving from places far and wide,
Dottie whines, longing to run to their side.
I stand amused, watching her flirt.
I must stay vigilant, ever alert!
One little slip could cause a snafu,
Nine weeks from now I'd be cleaning up poo!
Twelve little small, little cute, little muts
Will send me over the edge, just plain nuts.
I love you dear heart, my dear little Dottie,
However your fertility record is quite spotty.
No more nookie for you, I'm sorry it's over.
It's time to say your goodbyes to Rover.
That I've come to fear.
When Dotties offers her siren call,
And all the hounddogs start to fall.
Arriving from places far and wide,
Dottie whines, longing to run to their side.
I stand amused, watching her flirt.
I must stay vigilant, ever alert!
One little slip could cause a snafu,
Nine weeks from now I'd be cleaning up poo!
Twelve little small, little cute, little muts
Will send me over the edge, just plain nuts.
I love you dear heart, my dear little Dottie,
However your fertility record is quite spotty.
No more nookie for you, I'm sorry it's over.
It's time to say your goodbyes to Rover.
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posted by tanyamoniq @ Thursday, June 12, 2008
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