The winner by both Troll declaration and popular vote in last week's Haiku Monday contest, Princess over at Palais de Steff is hosting this week's contest with the theme of:
MEMORY
Pop on over and add to the fun, won't you?
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Stumble-stepped old dog
tilts nose to summer breeze. Sniffs:
tales of glory days.
Aunty: Sweet and noble, but I hate seeing them in pain. The Ivanator is very arthritic now, and I've got him on a carefully crafted cocktail of pain meds. He mostly sleeps all day, although we still get him out for a walk every other day and this morning he was in the mood to play.
Princess: Thanks!
Karl: Howdy, señor! I hope you made it through Irene okay. Reports are so spotty—some places are utter disaster areas, others not so much.
Boxer: I guess it bears repeating: "Do we REALLY want to be this busy?" :o) So I hope you can get in a 'ku. As for Ivan: La, la, la, la, la. I refuse to think about it.
Troll: Thanks. He's the best damn dog I ever had. And I've had a lot of them.
i recall him moving purposefully through the house; to his comfy bed; the way he looked out over the vista and of course poking that silly head through the dog door and having the rest of the body follow through. Ivan is a good soulful dog that I loved meeting and hanging with. Like Boxer, your haiku left me a bit misty because he is in a little way MY dog too. Happy Haiku Monday
Chick: "Silly" really is the best way to describe his head :o) And of course he's also partly your dog. You've memorialized him in paint and in ornament, baby talked to him, and taken his photo, so how could he not be?
11 comments:
Very nice--nuthin' like an ole dawg--their nobility is what I admire..
Off to a fine start! thanks Moi...
Good morning Moi,
Ack…Haiku Monday, I forgot.
Nice tribute to your best friend.
Aunty: Sweet and noble, but I hate seeing them in pain. The Ivanator is very arthritic now, and I've got him on a carefully crafted cocktail of pain meds. He mostly sleeps all day, although we still get him out for a walk every other day and this morning he was in the mood to play.
Princess: Thanks!
Karl: Howdy, señor! I hope you made it through Irene okay. Reports are so spotty—some places are utter disaster areas, others not so much.
seriously, I forgot until I saw your blog post. I've been seriously busy this weekend but I'm going to try to get one in.
Your Haiku made me tear up. :-( Noble dog. Their twilight years aren't easy. I'd like to think they have no idea what's going on.
xoxo
Great haiku about a truly great canine
Boxer: I guess it bears repeating: "Do we REALLY want to be this busy?" :o) So I hope you can get in a 'ku. As for Ivan: La, la, la, la, la. I refuse to think about it.
Troll: Thanks. He's the best damn dog I ever had. And I've had a lot of them.
i recall him moving purposefully through the house; to his comfy bed; the way he looked out over the vista and of course poking that silly head through the dog door and having the rest of the body follow through. Ivan is a good soulful dog that I loved meeting and hanging with. Like Boxer, your haiku left me a bit misty because he is in a little way MY dog too. Happy Haiku Monday
Chick: "Silly" really is the best way to describe his head :o) And of course he's also partly your dog. You've memorialized him in paint and in ornament, baby talked to him, and taken his photo, so how could he not be?
yes and Trout is your as well. xo
K9: Yeah, I wuv Trout—she's special :o)
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