Woke up this morning thought everything was fine, until I caught the back of my baby brothers behind. Things were frantic, momma was a
mess. There is always more poopie never any less. Woof!
Baby FattieButters
Little bad boy who will steal your food, small baby puppy learning how to be good. You’ll try to control, maybe cajole, but it won’t work, put more kibble in my bowl. Older brother seems bemused, leery of one so cheerful and amused. Unfortunately for him I’m here to stay, so please wake up, it’s time to play.
Butters Baby Brother
Once we were two, now I’m feeling sad and blue, momma adopted a brother, I haven’t a clue. No longer an only child I shall be, this brother will arrive regardless of my plea. Small, young, fast and fun. I’m sure he’ll wake me before the rising sun. At night he may cry and seek a cuddle, head under my pillow the sound I will muffle. Puppy agility shall make him spry and surely the apple of my mommas’ eye.
Momma Manipulation
Clever I’ve become and now you’re completely undone. Success cannot be had on this day, outwit you I have, sad you shall stay. Vitamins and fish oils for my well being, in a viscous vehicle, shall have me fleeing. Oh how momma takes care of my health, but she underestimates little dog stealth. Now that you’ve left my beard so very long, many things can be hidden as I stroll along. Woof!
Yes, FattieButters is Fat.
Three random people called me fat today, walked up to me without delay. All the while I was out to play, trying to lose weight with exercise relay. Momma felt so sad and blue, all the way home she stared down at her shoe.
Fatties Fickle Pickle
Oh, this puppies in a pickle, chose a bad time to be so fickle. Mad at my momma for hugging another, so I peed on her towel, we shall see about a brother. Woof!
Farting Fattie
Today is today, tomorrow is tomorrow. Never let your words be empty or hollow. Sometimes a simple hello will do, don’t fart around strangers you’ll just smell like poo. Woof!
Grandpa’s Guide Dog
One time I had an Opa who was blind, had kidney disease although never in a bind. I worked as his guide puppy, alone we would talk, telling me his troubles leash in hand as we walked. Momma doesn’t know the secrets that I hold, never would I divulge or ever be that bold. Some things are more important and need to be protected, and for my momma, painful memories may she not be subjected.
Fatties Flu Blues
I was feeling so sad and blue, told Momma I had the flu. Didn’t want her mind to toil, on worries I alone can foil. Now I’m back feeling better, awaiting your each and every letter. Lives can be filled with love and laughter, together these moments we shall capture. I am firmly resolved to push past my fear and distribute cheer to all those who will hear. Woof!
Problems with Poopie
I know days with cheer are ahead, but sadly tomorrow, this dog won’t get out of bed. Munched on twigs and various things, while out of sight and momma couldn’t see. This pups body’s feeling a touch dilapidated, does this mean I’ll be constipated? If that happens this example will be used, no more time to sniff and to peruse. So, if you have a tummy remedy, send it in code, poopie is my enemy.
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