Xena's Thankful Poetry Thursday (hic)

Xena and Lucy

June 13

Hi Folks! I get my blog back for the rest of the month cause it's my birthday month. I'll be seven whole years old on the first day of summer! I think I might be old enough to drink something other than water now, and I'd like to start with that kalua that Mommy likes. Here's my poem...uh, maybe I shouldn't start drinking...or maybe I shouldn't start driving...

First, though, a big thank you to Angel Brian for hosting Thankful Thursday as well as Angel Sammy for the fun pictures every week. And here we go....

Don't Drink and Drive by Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess

I wanted to take Mommy's car for a spin.
I didn't know what trouble I'd soon be in.
I grabbed a big bottle off the lower shelf
Thinking I would drink all of it all by myself.

Out of the driveway and on down the street,
I found drinking while driving was quite a feat.
I'd never done either before this wild day
And learned that at home I really should stay.

I barked and I laughed and then I got sick;
I barfed in the car all over the shift stick.
Next thing I knew I was parked 'tween two cars.
I crawled out the window and blew a loud fart.

Many police arrived and one read my name tag;
When he called my Mommy I gave a small wag.
We can't give a dog a D.U.I. they said,
You need to come get her and put her to bed.

No more will I drink and no more will I drive;
I'm very happy to be home and alive.
Just one little thing I do wish that I knew...
How'd I park in a space that's just a walk-through?

Mommy has taught me better than to drink anything but water and she has showed me I can't drive cause I can't reach the pedals or see over the front dashboard. Besides, I get scared riding in the car when I'm not in my backseat kennel. I just wanted to 'splain this to you to make sure you didn't think this really happened! I'm real thankful that I have my Mommy to take me places.

Lucy: I'm thankful I have Mom and Dad to be close to when it thunderstorms.

Chia: I'm thankful I'm not scared of thunderstorms.

Riley: I'm thankful My Person Andrew is still here with me and helping me any time of the day or night that I need help. That includes taking me out when I really have to go in a hurry and cleaning up after me when I don't quite make it outside. I still have trouble breathing at times, but MP Andrew has taught me to lift up my head and lay it on my bolster or the arm of the couch if I'm up there, and then I can breathe easier.

Thanks for stopping by to read my poem and thankfuls today! Xena