GMBB (4) Happy Birthday Granniemose from your lovin' labs
Oct 22 '02 (Updated Nov 13 '02)
The Bottom Line Happy Birthday from Chuckie and Whitney, who begged (literally) to be allowed to share.
I just realized I was taking this too seriously! And the other members of my immediate family also wanted to contribute to this Birthday Celebration for their favorite human, who they call “Grandma”.
Chuckie and Whitney are labs. Chuckie is the younger, and is big lovable, and often gets into trouble. Whitney is the alpha dog, and thinks she is boss-of all of us. And the truth is, she may be right. Grandma gives these dogs love, and gentle caresses, extra treats, and appreciates them when they’re cute, and talks to them as well.
Whitney sleeps in Grandma’s room, and takes her dirty clothes out of the hamper to make herself a bed. Whenever she sees Mom about to get up, she gets up from wherever she is, and sits down at Grandma’s feet to get some extra lovin’. While this is annoying, it is also a sign of great affection. Sometimes, in passing on her way to more important things, she plants a kiss on Grandma’s hand, just to show her that she loves her.
Chuckie, when he was a little pup, always wanted to sleep with Grandma on her bed. Now, however, it is an either /or situation, although when she is on the computer, he often goes up there to sleep. Chuckie lives to eat, and he misses getting his little treats from Grandma. But mostly he misses her telling him he’s loved.
Both dogs are mooning around the house now, waiting for her to return. They never come back in the house without checking every corner to see if she is hiding from them. While allowing them to participate in Granniemose’s birthday bash may seem silly to some, I felt it was important to allow them some freedom of expression.
Whitney, the black lab is Miss Personality herself. She displays attitude almost constantly. She talks, in definite nuances of tone and intent, and since Grandma came to stay with her, she too wakes up groaning a little every morning. She monitors Granniemose’s time on the computer, barking at her to get off when she has been on too long, and barking when it is time to eat, or wake up. She is very bossy.
The first item is a tale of Chuckie. He is a big dog, and scares people by his size. But in truth, he hasn’t got a mean bone in his body. He is the most loving and sweetest dog I have ever had.
THE SHAME OF BIG CHUCKIE
I was finishing chores when I looked around hard
to see my brown lab escaping the yard
He squeezed his fat body ‘neath the fence like a snake
And trotted off fast , leaving prints in his wake
T’ was a thing my old Chuckie knew not to do
Sneak out of the yard, at dinnertime, too!
But the call of the wild was too much for his soul
He had to escape, exploring, his goal.
And often he left little gifts of his leavings
in neighbors clean yards , no one was believing
It wasn’t malicious just fun and so cool
He thought it was precious, that gift of his stool.
Oh no, I thought as I ascended the staircase
To change into shoes to continue the chase.
I worried that Chuckie would collide with a car
And be turned into road kill, before going too far.
I hurried and out the front door I did fly
When past came the neighbor with narry a “Hi”
He glared at me as my heart beat alarms,
Clutching his puppies tight in his arms.
I called my bad dog, thinking the worst
when out from his hiding like a bullet he burst
His face was all stricken, his tale tucked in fear
He raced to the door before I said “Here”
He ran in the door as soon as he could
And hid by the sofa, trying to be good
Now what could it be that made him so weak
To be cowering inside?-but I saw him peek
Out the window at daschunds at home with their master
He was afraid of these wieners, and he ran all the faster
Away from their shrill little barks of dog-hate
That’s the shame of big Chuckie, a wussie, this date.
FROM WHITNEY TO HER ‘GRANDMA’
Oh Grandma I sure miss you!
No one seems to care
How much I groan and grumble
While lying by your chair.
No one comes to pet me
When I’m feeling oh so low.
Mommy is a real jerk
I have to let you know.
She doesn’t give me tidbits
From her breakfast every morn
She stays by that computer
And leaves me all forlorn.
I’m waiting by the door for you
You have to rescue me
Save me from my mommy
She drives me up a tree.
She yells at me for barking
She doesn’t see my Quest
She kicks me off the bathroom rug
I’ve rumpled for my nest.
I wish that you would hurry home
With every sighing breath
If you are gone much longer
I’ll surely starve to death.
FROM THE CHUCKSTER
I looked all over
everywhere
and couldn’t find you.
Have you forgotten me?
I’m grinning hear from ear to ear
I’m so cute
but no one sees me
Am I cute no more?
Have you found another dog?
Whenever the door opens
I run all waggy to greet you
but it is no one, not even a postman
to bite, or bark at.
Not even a squirrel to chase,
or a cat to tease me
and run away too fast
for my clumsy paws to touch.
Oh Grandma say you’ll
be back
Mommy doesn’t give us
extra stuff at night
just dog food or stuff she
does not want.
My heart is breaking
I need for you
to say GOOD DOG
to me.
CHUCKIE AND WHITNEY TOGETHER
Oh grandma we sure love you
you make us jump for joy
We want to make you happy
like a good little girl and boy.
We promise not to fight too much
Or make you yell at us
We promise to be behaving
So you won’t have to fuss.
Oh HAPPY BIRTHDAY Grandma!
we hope you’re having fun!
But we’re alone with mommy
So you’re the ONLY one
who IS.
It is not too late to join the Granniemose Birthday Bash. E-mail me at artbyjude@aol.com!
To see other wonderful contributions, please see the link ”granniemose” on my profile page.
Many thanks to all the contributors so far, and especially to Redwolfoz for the web page!
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