Scruff here...if you go to Eric's blog, you'll see he invited Petey to tea for his Barkday. And they didn't invite Lacie....this didn't go over so well here. I penned a poem describing her feelings.....Selfish beasts, they didn't ask me.
Lacie alone; the winter is boring...
All she hears is Scruff and Stan snoring...
She thinks of Petey...paws smeared with butter, all of the silver knocked down in the gutter...
Eric is crowned like a margarine ad...
Not realizing he looks like a bit of a cad...
Lacie shrieks; mad at being left out...Petey and Eric respond with a shout!
Shut your gob Miss Lacie, you'll render us deaf.... carryin' you 'round, tis more than we heft...
You're as big as a cow, as wide as a horse
We mean you no insult, you know that, of course...
Now go away dear while we return to our tea...Eric requests on bended knee.
The day is rift with a hoooge screeching shriek, words sounding like "YOU TOTAL JERKS!!!!"..
You won't share your tea
You'll gnaw on your scones...
Splittin' nuthin' with me...
Cept a pile of old bones...
Happy Barkday to Petey
May he get a new ball...
As for sweet Lacie?
I'm goin' to the mall.
TO SHOP.
I can take a hint...sheesch..
Happy Barkday, Petey!!!






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