A couple of whippety poems Nick wrote several years ago.
He wrote the first one when we just had Chelsea (whippet mix) and were waiting for Savannah (our first purebred whippet). At the time we only planned on 2 dogs at a time - we never dreamed we'd have a houseful of whippets. The line about 5 or 6 whippet friends must have been a bit of foreshadowing because before she left us Chelsea had 5 whippet housemates.
The second poem was written after Savannah taught Chelsea how to steal food off the kitchen counter. Naughty Savvy! You'd never believe that if you know her now, but she was very naughty as a young'un.
He wrote the first one when we just had Chelsea (whippet mix) and were waiting for Savannah (our first purebred whippet). At the time we only planned on 2 dogs at a time - we never dreamed we'd have a houseful of whippets. The line about 5 or 6 whippet friends must have been a bit of foreshadowing because before she left us Chelsea had 5 whippet housemates.
The second poem was written after Savannah taught Chelsea how to steal food off the kitchen counter. Naughty Savvy! You'd never believe that if you know her now, but she was very naughty as a young'un.
A Simple Whippet
and my needs are far and few
We’ll start with a big, soft, warm bed
that you thought belonged to you.
A backyard with tall fences
where I can chase some things
like squirrels, chipmunks, bags and twigs
or anything with limbs.
A big long beach with miles of sand
that I can fly on through
so long as it’s away from cars
(’cause I would chase them too!)
Then onward to my favourite chair
- the comfiest I’ll pick -
and whippet friends to share it with
(not many, five or six!)
I’ll deign to curl up round your knees
to show that I approve
but if I am not comfortable
then you’ll just have to move.
As long as I am not disturbed
I’ll sleep for King and Country
but one step near the kitchen door
and you’ll soon know who’s hungry
The first and last bites must be mine,
I get to lick all dishes
and leave just one crumb on your lips
for lots of doggie kisses.
And as the hour, it turns to late
and sleep-time’s where we’re heading
be sure that I will snuggle close
if I get all the bedding.
Just know whenever you’re with me
this message clear I’ll send:
You’re truly someone special
when a Whippet is your friend.
Nick Jones
January 2001
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Mommy's Rules
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Mommy's Rules
There is a rule my mommy made
Which I’ve misunderstood
She thinks to do it I am bad
When really I am good
She yells and screams and gets all at
The short end of her tether
She thinks that I’m not listening
When really I’m just clever
She’ll give me all the finger wags
Her voice firm and insistent
Then pushes it back way out of reach
Like that will make a difference
I sneak a look, I leap and jump
My tummy gives applause
And now I have those yummy treats
Between my whippet paws
There’s no way you can stop me
Though you try for all it’s worth
You think I should be curled up tight
But I was born to counter surf
Which I’ve misunderstood
She thinks to do it I am bad
When really I am good
She yells and screams and gets all at
The short end of her tether
She thinks that I’m not listening
When really I’m just clever
She’ll give me all the finger wags
Her voice firm and insistent
Then pushes it back way out of reach
Like that will make a difference
I sneak a look, I leap and jump
My tummy gives applause
And now I have those yummy treats
Between my whippet paws
There’s no way you can stop me
Though you try for all it’s worth
You think I should be curled up tight
But I was born to counter surf
Nick Jones
13th July 2003
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