We have a new rescue puppy.
Her mouth is attracted to everything she can get it around.
Today was something I would never have expected.
A confession: Her name is Ginger. But “Fred” worked better in the rhyme.
I have a little dog named Fred.
I wonder what‘s inside his head.
He likes to chew and chew and chew,
My sock, my scarf and then my shoe.
He’s chewed the sofa and a pillow,
The handle on the old wheelbarrow.
My carved iguana’s nose is mussed,
And now my hearing aid’s bit the dust.
He chewed the wire; just bit it through.
Completely wrecked, though it was new.
The audiologist who fixed it for me,
Told some tales that didn’t bore me,
About repairs that he had made
Of many different hearing aids
That dogs had chewed to little bits
Or swallowed and retrieved in s–t!
Fred’s chewing never ever ceases.
At least he doesn’t eat the pieces,
But leaves them there for me to find
Upon the floor, not his behind!
Dr. Janet C. Hoult, Professor Emerita, Cal State Los Angeles, may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com.
