Puppy’s first Sunday in his new home, a puppy story about love and empathy. Understanding a dog’s actions. A humorous read.
It is my first Sunday in my new home
It is my first Sunday
In my new home
I open my eyes,
My human still sleeps.
I’m hoping for bacon at breakfast,
For the kettle to sing.
No flavor coming up,
No noises at all.
The house is quiet,
What could be the matter?
Surely IS the right time
For food on the table?
My human pup snores,
Sounds just like a baby kettle.
I lick her ear
But she doesn’t even blink.
I jump off the bed,
I am on a mission.
To wake everyone
Before it’s too late.
I grab at her blanket;
It is a pup’s play
To pull it off the bed
And onto the floor.
But this puppy is small
And the blanket is heavy.
I try my best
Then head for the door.
I listen for noises:
Where is Mom’s room?
That is the only room
I haven’t been into.
“No puppies in here.”
I remember that rule.
But surely, for emergency,
I can bend it a bit?
The door is closed
But I push with my nose.
I push with my paws,
I push with all my might.
I’ve got to get it open.
I’ve got to get inside.
They have to wake up,
It’s well past their time.
I can’t open the door.
It’s too heavy for me.
My paws slide off,
I’ve even hurt my snout.
I whimper, I cry.
As quietly as can be.
Surely they will hear me,
Open for me?
A thump at the door!
Someone’s outside!
I’ve got to protect them!
Stand up for my pack!
I run down the stairs.//
It was a big mistake;
My paws slide,
My bum gets ahead.
Thump! My bottom hits the floor
Then my head hits the carpet.
I need a second
To regain my balance.
No time to spare,
Someone’s at the door!
I’ve got to protect my family,
I’m heading ahead.
I’ll bark and I’ll fight.
I’ll tear them apart!
This is my home!
It’s under my guard!
Silence.
Whoever it was,
It got scared.
I am sure.
Such a vicious pup
Got them all on the run!
They were so frightened,
Didn’t even step inside.
They left just one thing,
Small item behind.
A paper! I’ll show them!
I grab it right away.
I’ll fight and I’ll bite
And if they dare come back,
They’ll see what’s waiting for them.
And be scared!
Good, now the paper is gone.
What did Father said?
Garbage belongs with garbage.
I’ll clean up in a sec.
Such a big mess
And such a small pup.
I’ll do my best,
Let me find the trash.
It’s easy to spot it,
My nose takes me straight.
There’s the trash can,
Hidden in the darkest place.
Sooo big,
Me, so short.
But I’ve got to clean
The shreds from the floor.
I jumped. It fell.
BUMP!
Its lid came off.
More trash rolled onto the floor.
Footsteps upstairs! Coming down the stairs!
I’ve got to hide,
But where? Where?
Sorry about the mess!
I had to protect…
by Patricia Furstenberg
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