fiction, poems and other general flirtatious happenings
Monday, May 18, 2009
maple bacon
I was standing in the kitchen frying maple bacon me and four dogs standing in the kitchen noses up, eyes urgent unblinking quiet tails wagging watching my every move and as I looked at them and they looked at me I knew I knew I'd better fry enough bacon for the five of us
My mother swears that their dog has telekinetic powers that he uses to make food fall to the floor so he can eat it.
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I think my dogs have that same power. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think all dogs have those powers. Very cute and fun poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks S. Got that bike ready for you whenever you can make it back up here. :-)
ReplyDeleteI want me some maple bacon. woof!
ReplyDeleteCome a little closer Erin. I got your bacon.
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