By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
How bad can it be?
Perhaps she won’t see,
if I lay on this couch,
be a silly old slouch.
I’ll pretend I don’t know
then maybe she’ll go.
Keep my eyes closed tight
avoiding the fight.
Oh, what do I see as I lower my lids?
Caught red-handed just like a kid.
Laying right at my feet,
now I’m in it deep!
Her towel that I found
I can’t say I’m proud.
Threw it up, threw it down,
coughed up the threads on the ground!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
This one made me smile! I enjoyed the dog’ perspective in this poem.
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Thank you Dwight! She is definitely …. A spitfire!! 😊
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Ha ha… Keeps you on your toes!
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I bet they are forgiven ☺️☺️
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Always – but she eats everything! Doesn’t just chew it up – swallows and passes it. There are bits of my new quilt all over the back yard. 😖
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Oh! Bless what’s to do with these fury friends of ours 💜😊💜
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Thankfully they are 👼🏼‘s in my eyes!! 😇
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Aww, the dog is adorable!
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Thank you Sadje! 😊
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You’re most welcome
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you again Michael!! 😊
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Thanks as well, Gypsie! I love Pompsky’s. Had first time experienced them in the UK. xx Michael
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They are a handful!!! 🙃
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