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Sir Waldorf aka Waldo
Waldo was a dog who loved open spaces
our backyard, one of his least favorite places
the neighborhood streets he preferred to patrol
this obsessive urge to roam we couldn't control
Let mind's-eye conjure this picture
pink tongue lolls from large black and white blur
in a gallop moving full-speed down the block
like a shepherd fleeing his demented flock
8 screaming children cum dog catchers
Six foot redwood fences could not contain him
he'd place front paws on top and simply scale them
when this method of escape was rendered impossible
undaunted, this amazing canine, tunneled under the obstacle
With wet tongue hanging, teeth forming a grin
he would run and run, the race always to win
we couldn’t keep up with this rocket of glee
once I think I heard him exclaim,
ere he dashed out of sight
I’M FREE!!! I’M FREE!!
Image found at https://www.dog-learn.com/dog-breeds/old-english-sheepdog/
Published 8th Mar 2021
Author's Note
I wrote this one, way back in 2012, about my beloved, sometimes pain in the ass, Old English Sheepdog, Waldo. Yes we were fans of "Please Don't Eat The Daisies." I updated my more novice poetry skills. Inspired by FaithMairee's "For The Love of Dogs" competition.
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8th Mar 2021 11:44pm
Omg.... I looooove this piece, BB!!
It's so lovely and tugs on my "I love animals more than most people" heartstrings...
I wish I could see an actual picture of him. 🐶 My very first dog was a sheep dog mix that we named Sugar and I loved her to pieces.
I still get teary thinking about her and that was decades ago, now.... lol I'm such a softie.
Their urge to corral is also part of that drive to escape, me thinks?!?! 🤷🏻♀️... just a guess.
Thank you for sharing, GW!
I appreciate the walk down my own memory lane that this inspired :)
🌹
xo
It's so lovely and tugs on my "I love animals more than most people" heartstrings...
I wish I could see an actual picture of him. 🐶 My very first dog was a sheep dog mix that we named Sugar and I loved her to pieces.
I still get teary thinking about her and that was decades ago, now.... lol I'm such a softie.
Their urge to corral is also part of that drive to escape, me thinks?!?! 🤷🏻♀️... just a guess.
Thank you for sharing, GW!
I appreciate the walk down my own memory lane that this inspired :)
🌹
xo
8th Mar 2021 11:57pm
Dearest Lady Blue, I am super psyched that you like and ifentify with this piece. Waldo was a finicky pure-bred that, almost certainly escapec because of his breeding. We had a big backyard but it was no pasture. He was so picky about his food we would have to mix wet with dry and heat it in the microwave. Thank you so much for tbe read and add. M🌹🐻💋👅💦
9th Mar 2021 3:52am
Dear GW,
Please Don’t Eat The Daisies! That was a cute show. This poem is wonderful and I so enjoyed the mischief this dog playfully gets into “ he'd place front paws on top and simply scale them” clever pup. All the best in the comp. H🌷
Please Don’t Eat The Daisies! That was a cute show. This poem is wonderful and I so enjoyed the mischief this dog playfully gets into “ he'd place front paws on top and simply scale them” clever pup. All the best in the comp. H🌷
9th Mar 2021 10:11pm
Oh, this is a delight! Reminds me of my childhood dog, who was a similar escae artist. She knew where all the dumpsters behind restaurants were, and often ate her fill only to deposit it later all over the house. Apparently, on the occasions when she was scooped up by the dog-catcher, the cops used to keep her a little extra long at the station before calling us to come get her. They liked her company. She was a terror, and a good dog. ❤
Thanks for that trip down memory lane!
Thanks for that trip down memory lane!
