Puppy Love
A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
It has been 8 years since we had a puppy in the house and at that time, we had both Max and Penelope who would entertain each other.
Honor has no siblings in the house so when I get up with her in the morning, I become one big chew toy.
I have been trying to start my day with some stretching exercises and am usually successful until I get down on the floor on my mat. The extra weight on my back as I do planks is fine. But the mess she makes of my hair – not so fine.
I’ve thought about introducing a new hairstyle “Teased by Honor” but I’m not sure anyone else would like it. There is also the fact that she gets stuck in my hair and is no fun to extract.
This week her antics inspired a poem:
Honor’s Toys
My hand’s not a chew toy
Nor is the chair.
Don’t chew on the rug
Or play in my hair.
So many things
Are not to be chewed.
Only your toys
And always your food.
Your bone, not the cords
Not the box but your keys
You have lots of options
Choose one of them, please!
Thank you!