OUR THANKSGIVING (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown and Captain Eddie)
We’re thankful for our home and beds.
We’re thankful every time we’re fed.
We’re thankful for our pals and friends,
Who read our blog with time to spend.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
Buster back. Mister Tom took Eddie and me up north for a long weekend. We did not get back until Monday afternoon. There was SNOW up north! Eddie and I had a ball. We were running around in the snow for the pure joy of being OUTSIDE. There are new smells in the air, new smells on top the snow, and smells underneath the snow. I use my nose like a snow plow so I can smell everything underneath the snow. Eddie does not snow plow as much as I do.
GLORIOUS SNOW (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown)
White flakes falling from the air,
Cold wind whips and we don’t care!
Sounds are muted, and objects changed,
Our landscape subtly rearranged.
No need to worry or fret,
This blanket of white is no threat.
We dive into adventures new,
Into this weather created coup.
As if reborn we celebrate and frolic,
This snow such a magical tonic.
We’d run and bound unabated,
Limits set only by a person exhausted.
Hi, Eddie and Buster here. Just a reminder to the occasional reader, Buster is the white-colored, brown-spotted, mostly terrier dog. Eddie (me) is the mostly brown-colored dog. Mister Tom says that we can be sneaky and stubborn, but he should not talk. When he works with me, Eddie, he says I am the handsomest dog around. When he works with Buster I hear him say exactly the same thing to him. He thinks he is fooling us.
Usually we are very good boys and well behaved. Occasionally Mister Tom asks us to do something we do not understand or do not want to do. For example, when Mister Tom first introduced me to the wood dumbbell I figured it was another toy so I grabbed it and tossed it around and ran around with it. Then I found out that the wood dumbbell is part of all this obedience stuff. I have to retrieve the wood dumbbell when Mister Tom tells me, and only when Mister Tom tells me. Then I have to bring it back to him and “give” on command. Well, that’s not as much fun as tossing it and running around with it. Consequently, I have been stubborn about taking the wood dumbbell in my mouth when Mister Tom commands, “take it.” From what I hear, Buster has been stubborn, too. When he and Mister Tom practice obedience stuff, Buster executes things almost perfectly. However, when Buster goes to the shows, he acts stubborn and refuses to do an exercise.
Maybe we should write a poem about stubborn Mister Tom?
SHIFTLESS KNAVES (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown and Captain Eddie)
With cuteness and an endearing gaze,
Even the dourest we mesmerize.
Outwardly friendly and congenial we are,
Most assume our hearts are always pure.
Eddie who’s filled with sensitivity,
Could melt a freeze in January.
Buster expresses true love’s emotion,
To adult and child, practically everyone.
Now and then we refuse his command,
We dig in heels and take a stand.
Obstinacy is a trait we share,
At least one of which we are aware.
And because we’ve been known to misbehave,
That’s why he calls us his shiftless knaves.
Hi, Buster here. You know, the white-colored, brown-spotted, mostly terrier dog. Mister Tom takes a lot of trips with Eddie and me. At first I was anxious and uneasy riding in the car. Mister Tom would talk to me and tell me that I was “okay” and that we were off on some exciting adventure. Over time I got used to it. Soon I figured out that when we travel we always go to some place where we have fun and I get to see my pals. Now I contemplate and reflect on our rides. Mister Tom calls it snoozing. At first Eddie was like me. He did not like riding in cars. Mister Tom talks to Eddie in the car to let him know that everything is just fine. Eddie has gradually gotten used to car rides. It still takes Eddie a few minutes to settle down.
TRAVELS (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown)
Always some telltale sign,
From even subtle things I divine.
When excursions may be in store,
So I concentrate and look some more.
Leads and collars made ready,
Something’s afoot for me or Eddie.
Tote bags filled with dog equipment,
Travel may await in the not too distant.
Sometimes it’s a false alert,
I await for indications more overt.
Then out comes my travel harness,
When properly fitted it is my aegis.
Off we go on some adventure,
An expedition to renew my vigor.
Hi, Eddie here. Remember, I am the mostly brown-colored dog in the pictures. Mister Tom says I am a deliriously happy fellow. I am very friendly and my tail is always wagging. Sometimes just racing around for no reason is a fun thing to do. When I race around like a maniac, Buster just watches me. Mister Tom says, “don’t worry, it’s just Eddie being Eddie.”
WILD CHILD (Copyright 2013 by Captain Eddie)
Bright eyes and looks beguiling,
At first blush that got him smiling.
Friendliness and gentle demeanor,
That was all that was needed.
Who could resist my happy soul,
There was at least one heart I stole.
And so I came with him to stay,
An easy choice, or so he says.
I’ve learned to mind and pay attention,
Focusing my energy, to a fashion.
With practice and patience ultimate.
He works to train this shelter mutt.
Praise and treats his modus operandi,
Progress I’ve made, not surprising.
No longer do I charge OUTSIDE,
I “sit” and “stay” and generally abide.
Quickly learning dinner etiquette,
“Down,” “stay,” until “free” I’m let.
And those annoying obedience stunts,
I never thought I’d learn that stuff.
Now and then I let loose wild,
Jubilation, not problem child.