doggie dynamics

grandpups

My human parents referred to us as the  Boyz

They spoiled us with the best treats and toys.

The lake cottage in Muskoka  has been our home

Once we were three, but alas now I am alone

Boskoh the cute white Bishon was the oldest

He was always in trouble and was the boldest.

He hopped on chairs and tables to devour the food

and peed outside only when he was in the mood.

Mommy  and Daddy decided they needed another.

Little Dude a cockapoo became Boskoh’s brother.

Boskoh didn’t like sharing the attention with this  pest .

And to put it mildly  he was less than impressed .

But It didn’t take long for him to stop being mean

and the two were great friends when I entered the scene.

I am Stomp, a Goldiepoo  and gorgeous of course

My Gramma says  I am  as big as a  horse.

One winter when in the yard standing there

A passerby mistook me for a polar bear.

When  I arrived I was smaller than Boskoh and Dude

but I grew tall and strong  from all the good food

I used to love to romp and  run under the table

until one day I bonked my head and was no longer able.

Although my brothers were older than me

I intimidated them it was plain to see.

I scowled and growled to keep them in line

to insure that I was fed first at meal time.

Chairman Kaga, our city  cousin a Labradoodle

looks like a very large curly brown poodle .

When he came to visit he was basically ignored

If he initiated play we pretended to be bored.

The exception was Dude- when we weren’t around

he would  romp with his cousin and be a clown.

Dude recently left with Mom and Dad who were in tears

He went to join Boskoh who has been gone for two years

I am so lonely now. How  I miss those two guys

Please Kaga  come to the cottage, we have family ties.

I am sorry Kaga I was mean and it was a sin.

Please forgive me, cousin  because we are kin.

About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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