Charlee’s #ChocolateChipCookieDay Recipe

Charlee’s #ChocolateChipCookieDay Recipe

by | Aug 4, 2017 | Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Dieting, Dog Beauty, Dog Diets, Dog Health, Dog Love, Dog Therapy, Dogs Communicating, Gluten, Professional Women Communicators, Sealyham Terrier

My recipe? Look like I am working out so Mom will let me eat the giant #chocolatechipcookie she made. (Hee hee hee!)

 

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What? I’m working on my obliques. Really.

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Mmm. A giant, dairy free, gluten free, soy free, corn free, chocolate chip cookie. (My mom is a bit obsessive about E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.)

 

 

Charlee at the Vet – A Dog Poem

Charlee at the Vet – A Dog Poem

by | Jan 17, 2014 | Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Dog Health, Dog Poetry, Gluten, Professional Women Communicators, Sealyham Terrier

To the vet this week I went with Mom for my annual check-up.
Initially, my tail-wagging thought was: “Hooray! An adventure with Mom!”
But, unfortunately, once inside did I recognize sans aplomb
The scent of needles and sound of desperate dogs’ “yups.”

“Oh no!” I whined as I turned (tail uncurled) towards the door.
“Get me out. I want out. Out, out, out – out and now.”
My mom tried to soothe me, but I wondered, “How
Could she love me and to this place me lure?”

"Get me out. I want out."

“Get me out. I want out.”


“I can handle this,” I coached myself. “I really am a smart dog.
I write poetry, right? I can do math, too. I even have my own blog.”
So, how does a smart dog survive at the vet? Just think of a way to hide!
Outside, outside, outside, of course, but an option is not outside.
Do the Polka Dots Hide My Spots?

Do the Polka Dots Hide My Spots?


Beneath two polka-dotted chairs I hid – convinced my spots would blend.
In walked the vet, something in hand, and with a mesmerizing tone,
Coaxed me from my hiding place with a large box of milk bones.
Then came that dreaded booster shot, shattering my state of Zen!

Lured by a box of milk bones? Yes, and impetuously, I did not even read,
If they were organic and gluten-free, as my mom always does for me.

The irony of my imperfect rhyme is that while I am a smart canine,
I ate humble pie, thinking it was a treat, while I got a shot in my behind.