Sunday, December 4, 2016

'Dance to the Music' Pays a Call

There came a knock

We opened the door

A dog ran in 

Skidding on the floor


We can’t keep him

The neighbors said

We’ve six of our own, 

But he’s been fed!


Well, OK fine

We’ll take it from here

Post his picture 

On line, poor dear!


Oh, what a sight 

This shaved beige mutt

Red Christmas sweater 

Down to his butt


Green tinsel tree 

On back with bells

Four fluffy feet 

And how he smells


Curly pig tail

Like a hairless rat’s

Ears trimmed, sculpted 

Like reindeer hats


With sweet fur face

And chocolate eyes

He makes no sound

That’s a surprise


We try all night

To find his peeps

No luck yet

In the kitchen he sleeps


Early next morning 

Find the kitchen’s all wet

Calls to the shelters

Calls to the vet


We find he has

A microchip

Where’d he come from?

Doc bites his lip


“The ID number

Refers to his kennel

Left a message

When they call then we’ll


Know who bought him

I think he’s Chow

‘bout nine or ten

I wonder how


He got to you”

“I wish I knew”


The kennel’s in

Santa Rosa

He must’ve come

From somewhere closer


Two days go by

It’s Saturday

Kennel calls back

It’s a sadder day


The owner weeps

Both joy and sorrow

“Danny’s my love

He’ll be home tomorrow!”


Eight years ago

‘Danny’ at the top of his game

A blue ribbon winner

‘Dance to the Music’ his name


Mother’s name ‘Dancer’

He’s on magazines

A hit with the kids

Adored by the teens


Bout six years ago

Was given to a priest

Third time he lost him

Treated like a beast


This time’s the last time

He’s comin’ home for good

Says she can’t come

But her helper would


Cheray shows up

With Danny’s cousin

Lulu and Danny

Kiss at reunion


She’s full and fluffy

We see how he’d be

Had he not been shaved

Or wearin’ a Christmas tree


'Dance to the Music'

Has a fairy tale end

Our seven year old

Grandie got to spend


Time with a Keeshond

(That’s what he is)

Owner called to say

Thank you for his


Home away from home

She’s glad he’s back

We miss four leggeds

But not the lack


Of walking feeding

Cleaning up poop

Dan reminded us

Of that loop


Round and round and

Round it goes

We won't get a dog

Till Hell has snows!

 Thursday evening, Dance to the Music arrives at our house with neighbor Mike.
Embarrassed by his haircut AND his tacky Christmas sweater, perhaps given him by the Berkeley Arch Dioces, below is what he is supposed to look like.


































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