The Girl with the Curl (with apologies to Ted Geisel)
Yesterday was a hectic day. Apollo had his dental, and of course everything went fine, at least from my perspective. From his perspective, he was unceremoniously deprived of breakfast, stuffed into a carrier, and dumped into a moving vehicle next to Brody for a terrifying ride into town.
THEN he was poked, prodded, shaved, rendered unconscious, only to be awoken, groggy and disoriented with a funny taste in his mouth. THEN he had to go in the car again.
Brody went to doggie day care, to run off some of the crazy. He likes that.
Which leaves Koa. Poor Koa with her separation anxiety had to be home alone all day, so of the three of them I’d say it was a tossup between her and Apollo as to who was the most miserable.
Yesterday was also the birthday of the dearly departed Ted Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, fellow San Diegan and writer extraordinaire. In honor of his birthday, I composed a little poem about Koa’s day.
The Girl with the Curl
Although the sun shone
I was too sad to play.
So I sat in the house, all that long lonely day.
I sat there all lonesome, just one dog, not two.
And I said, “How I wish I had left with them too!”
I just sat there and cried, left my Kong by the door
I just sat and felt sad, lost, alone and ignored.
And all I could do was to bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
From the morning till lunchtime, my mood bleak and dark.
And then something went HEY!
How that HEY made me bay!
So I looked! Then I saw her step in with a twirl.
I looked! And I saw her! The Girl with the Curl!
“Now now, have no fear. Have no fear!” said the girl.
“I’ll always come back,” said the Girl with the Curl.
“Now here are some pets. Have some kisses, love too,”
Said the Girl with the Curl. “I came home just for you.”
And I ate up my Kong, and some lunch, and a treat.
Having her all to myself was so neat.
Then she left me again, and I sniffled a bit,
But the Girl With the Curl said, “Now don’t have a snit!”
“I’ll be back in a jiffy! An hour or two!”
Said the girl, “And the one dog will then become two.
“I’ll bring back your Brody, and before I am through,
I’ll bring back Apollo for good measure too!”
And then she was gone, with a flip of her head,
Leaving me with a small sense of dear dread.
But true to her word, she came back with ado,
The Girl With the Curl, and the dog and cat too.
She may leave for a moment, a minute or two
But the girl will come back for me always, ’tis true.
