It was pretty quiet at home today without the dogs.  They are making their monthly visit to the spa (a.k.a. Urban Fauna) for playtime, a bath, and grooming.  Tally, our youngest schnauzer, loves to go! Tinker, on the other hand, just likes to go for a ride in the car, and then reluctantly enters the door.  There were no dogs to follow me around all day, no echoing barks, no stares of hunger, and no walk to Starbucks.  I might have been lonely had I not been to the car wash, the grocery store, the running store, and the fitness center.  There was also no one to share my cookies with!

When I pick them up in a couple of hours, I will take Frankie (old blue eyes), our cat, back to the vet for a quick (hopefully) follow-up visit.  Pet.Vet.Debt.  I will also restock on hypo-allergenic dog food.  Frankie is the senior member of our pet family, with us during the adoptions of both Tinker and Tally.  When each dog joined the family as a young pup, there was obviously an adjustment period, but Frankie is not the Scaredy Cat:

Scaredy Cat

Afraid of big dogs,

When they first meet.

She hides behind me,

Reluctant to greet.

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Avert her eyes,

Or cover up.

Mostly because,

She’s just a pup.

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She starts to cower,

Might even bark.

A Cowardly Lion.

A toothless shark.

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Terrified of Fireworks,

Lightning and Thunder.

Looks for something,

To hide under.

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Pull on her collar,

She’ll hit the skids.

She’s even cautious,

Of little kids.

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She dodges balloons,

Skirts a trash bag.

Her ears will sag,

And tail won’t wag.

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She’s a Fraidy cat,

A shadow makes her jump.

When she’s scared,

She’s a real grump.

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Hides in the bushes,

Ready to pounce.

The slightest movement.

She’s off with a bounce.

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Roar of a motorcycle,

She seeks refuge.

The slightest threat,

To her is huge.

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She’s so scared,

She carries a stick.

In case her fear,

Has a fight to pick.

 

Sleeps in the corner,

With one eye open.

Maybe the boogey man,

Might come in?

 

Like the cartoon’s,

Scaredy Cat.

Worried of dis,

Afraid of dat.

 

She used to be brave,

No one was a stranger.

Now she views life,

As one big danger.

 

Her ears perk up,

She’ll start to growl.

Then she’ll let out,

A high-pitched howl.

 

She’d scamper off,

If she could.

Loud noises,

Are never good.

 

If there’s something,

Out of place.

She’s quick to do,

An about-face

 

She barks at the Roomba,

Protects her bone.

She even flinches,

At the ring of a phone.

 

But when she hears,

A cat’s soft purr.

The table’s turn,

It’s afraid of her.

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