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
6 comments:
My mother swears that their dog has telekinetic powers that he uses to make food fall to the floor so he can eat it.
--snow
I think my dogs have that same power. :-)
I think all dogs have those powers. Very cute and fun poem.
Thanks S. Got that bike ready for you whenever you can make it back up here. :-)
I want me some maple bacon. woof!
Come a little closer Erin. I got your bacon.
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