For the Love of Dawgs

I hear a lot of complaining about the dawgs, they're running loose, they pooped in my yard, I'm scared of the them. Bad dawgs should be picked up and dealt with, that's what animal control is for. If they are not bad dawgs, leave them be, better yet, learn their names, makes friends with them. You know your neighbors, know their dawgs. If they poop in your yard, so what, consider it the cost of your first line of defense.

The reason I bring this up, ( even though at this time I don't have a dawg,) is dawgs have been with us all along. They are our first line of defense, weather they be big or little, they are noisy, they don't like strangers, they are territorial, and we are living in uncertain times, with many stranger about.

Burglars, and other assorted criminals don't like loose dawgs. Loose dawgs make them nervous, they are less likely to be comfortable or operate in a neighborhood with a lot of dawgs barking at them.

I repeat myself, we live in uncertain times, with many strangers about. So get over yourselves and make friends with your neighborhood dawgs, they are your first line of defense. A dawg just might buy you enough time to get your gun. Learn to appreciate what God has given you, least he take it away.

God Bless you all

& your little dawgs too.

George Henry Nichols

Puppies

I have puppies everywhere, I have puppies galore,

I’m just about fed up with them, I gonna pitch ‘em out the door

Some say they like them, they say there’re cute and nice.

But I just sit here scrach’n , I think they got the lice.

They say you cannot eat them, They say there’re not to sweet,

But I bet if you deep fried ‘em, they’d really be a treat.

Perhaps you could run ‘em thru and toss ‘em on the grill,

With a little sauce and veges,  they’d be Shis-ca-bob to trill.

Perhaps we could boil ‘em up, with a white sauce, oh that’s fine,

Then we could serve ‘em up with a twenty year old wine.

Or toss ‘em in the oven,  of course they’d be under glass

Then feed them to the King and Queen, a meal of course with class.

Perhaps we could bar-b-que ‘em out side for all to see,

And we’d invite the neighbors and tell them its chick-a-dee.

Or sell them to MacDonald’s, to make burgers for the poor,

For I have puppies everywhere, I have puppies galore. ©

George Henry Nichols