Christmas Poem

A Christmas Poem From the Dog

Eyeing hydrants, digging holes,
Drinking from the toilet bowls . . .

Playing games of “tug-o’-war,”
Putting scratch marks on your door . . .

Rolling over, playing dead,
Getting dog hair on your bed . . .

Scaring folks who bring the mail,
Chasing cars, as well as tail . . .

Barking, begging, heeling, howling,
And also, on occasion, growling . . .

Romping through a field of grass,
Sneezing, snoozing, passing gas . . .

Sniffing everything I see,
Peeing on the Christmas tree . . .

Woofing, wagging, chomping, chewing . . .
These are things I sure love doing!

(But I’ll try not to do that tree thing . . .)

A Christmas Poem From the Cat

Having fun with yarn and string,
leaving fur on everything…

Purring when I get a treat,
always landing on my feet…

Posing on a windowsill,
staring like I want to kill…

Leaping with both skill and grace,
acting like I own the place…

Playing with your rolled-up socks,
visiting the litter box…

Expecting you to worship me,
hiding underneath the tree…

Grooming with my feline tongue,
breaking ornaments you’ve hung…

Taking naps on top of you…
these are things I love to do!

(But I’ll try to avoid that ornament one…)

“Treat” your Pet for the Holidays!

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