I love thee to the length and breadth and fluffiness, especially your snugability for the ends of comfort and ideal snoozing.
I love thee to the level of every day’s most sleepy need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee purely, as I love no other being or item, even my “man-cave” crate.
I love thee with my super sized greyhound heart put to use, as in my racing days, and with a puppy’s exuberance.
I love thee with a love I thought I had lost with my last mashed, scrunched, spent pillow.
I love thee with the stinky dragon breath, happy dances and whines of all my life;
And, if DOG choose,
I shall but love thee better after you are fully broken in.
Well, I think Ms. Elizabeth would be proud! I know Blue is, too. Not may hounds get to be the subject of a Victorian-era poem . . . or have such a snuggie pillow all to himself.
ReplyDeleteLove that first photo. He's clearly saying, "THIS is mine."
This is so wonderful! I can feel the heart and truth behind this love poem. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh at your comment on my blog about Bettina and her efforts to remove her coats. Our first greyhound, Paloma, HATED coats. I finally gave up and just let her run out and do her business without one, even in cold weather. If I put a coat on her, she spent so much time trying to get it off AND not going potty, that I finally gave up and let her go without. I figured she got colder with a coat because of all the time she spent trying to be free of it.
I think Barbie would also love that pillow!
ReplyDeleteThat must be some pillow to deserve a poem. I gotta get one for my kids.
ReplyDeleteI just got a new pillow for my crate, and I love it too! yes our doggy pillows do deserve a lovely poem as this. Have a wagging weekend.
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Love it! Our Bella does the same thing with the pillow that she's made hers :)
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