This is the wee mad puppy. I am meant to be charmed by this thing, but I am less charmed by puddles on carpet, chewed shoes, and stealthy back-of-couch dog dirt. Five months is how long a puppy must have been on earth to enroll in a training school. It feels like Sebastian has been four months old now forEVer.
*with sincerest apologies to Edna St. Vincent Millay*
so it is, and so it will be, and puppies are puppies
I am not resigned
to the gnawing away of
perfectly good shoes
sit. no, really. now.
never truer words:
you can teach an old dog new,
new dogs don’t know jack
good luck, puppy school
“fetch” is hard-coded
in canine heads. he brings back —
o, look! it’s a squirrel
I didn’t know you had a new puppy! Sebastian is such a distinguished name — like someone who’d only chew on expensive designer shoes. :D. These haiku are such fun, and so true!
Oh, it’s a shared dog, the family dog – doesn’t live in my home, fortunately, but we shared space for a week over vacation… NEVER again.