Piper Poem 3

 

 “Hyper Piper of Haven,” that’s my name

I’m “Yellow Dog,” playing catch, my game.

 

But I am not a bad dog, nope, no more.

I am a good dog right down to my core.

I got a cee gee cee

from the aay kay cee

Did the deeds,  passed the test

Proved that I am the best

Oh yes!

 

I am not a bad dog, oh no

I’ve come a long way you know.

Scat mats, mice traps,

Horse fencing and shock collars

I was a bad dog, among the worst

I needed love, but discipline came first

I grew up, matured, stopped being a brat

Became big sister and best friends with the cat

 

I play with my toys and sniff everything

Love my sister Trixie, and when my Mom sings

I wag my tail and it hits stuff HARD

Luckily I haven’t made anything into shards. . .

(Not since I chewed Momma’s Breathing guard).

I may not always stay in the yard,

But when I’m called, I’m faster than a Packard.

I am not a bad dog, oh no

I’ve come a long way you know.

After the test they loved me much

Said I could do anything, any such

Agility, Obedience, Rally-o or Therapy

I’m not sure what else I wanna be

It’s just important to be Momma’s girl,

Trixie’s sister, Blackie’s blond pearl.

 

I am not a bad dog, oh no

I’ve come a long way you know.

I might be a Chinook, or just a mutt

I’m Piper, Yellow Dog, Little Haven’s Pup.

Piper Poem #2

From 2013, another ode to Piper:

A blizzard came an’ momma set me loose

I jumped an’ I played and ran off like a goose

I’m in big trouble ‘cause I went on the lam

Momma says I’m a bad dog, yes I AM.

Oh, I am not a bad dog, she’ll say

Then she threatens to send me away.

I wear the orange collar of shame

Whenever we go out now to play a game

I’m not allowed outside at all

Without a shock-collar, horse fence or a 10’ wall.

Oh, I am not a bad dog, she’ll say

Then she threatens to send me away.

The ACO was nice after all, didn’t charge my mother

It’s $92.50 – roaming dogs are quite a bother

Momma say I cost her some big money

Then she melts ‘cause my eyes are like honey

Oh, I am not a bad dog, oh no

But I have got a LONG way to go.

My attention span’s a nanosecond

A really long time, I reckon

I’m a-scared of the cat and the vacuum cleaner

I like table scraps, biscuits and little wieners

Oh, I am not a bad dog, oh no

But I have got a LONG way to go.

Sometimes I wish I were a good dog, like Trix

Momma loves me anyway, even if I need to be fixed.

I’m a good dog, I’ll stand beside her

And when I’m scared I hide behind her

I am not a bad dog, oh no

But I have got a LONG way to go.

 

Another verse or two…

Momma has a guard she wears to bed

I got a hold of it and tore it to shreds

It’s $1400 and Momma is mad

I guess I was really, really bad.

I’m a bad dog, it’s really true

This is worse than chewing a shoe.

Momma won’t sleep well without her guard

But it’s not wearable in plastic shards

She might stop breathing and that’s scary

If you don’t breathe life’s a little hairy.

I’m a bad dog, it’s really true

But I love my momma, through and through

I hope that’s enough to save the day

Or this time I might get sent away

I try to be good, but it’s just too hard

Maybe this time I’ve gone too far.

Please Momma, don’t send me away

Someday I’ll be a good dog, I promise, okay?

 

Piper, I just don’t know what to do.

I keep working to try and teach you

You are such a bad dog sometimes

That I have to write it in rhymes.

No, I won’t send you away

Just stick to your toys when you play.

You’ve got lots of toys and lots of bones,

Leave my yarn and other things alone!