Mike & Duffy, Usually Fluffy, Never Stuffy

Dear George,

So here are our sheepdogs, Mike and Duffy

They’re wonderful dogs to be sure

Duffy mistakenly thinks he’s a toughie

While Mikey is much more demure 

People ask how we keep the dogs straight

I tell them it’s easy as pie

Duffy’s gray ear is his own special trait

And Mikey’s white head, my oh my 

Mikey lies on his back all  day

I’m amazed he doesn’t get dizzy

When I say, Hey Mike, let’s go out and play

Mikey says, So sorry, I’m busy

Duffy is so very smart

He enjoys the New York Times

He doesn’t finish every part

He’s mostly reads about crimes

I walk with the dogs at least four times a day

We wander up this street and that

The dogs are never tempted to stray

Except when they see a black cat

Sophie is such a sweetheart

She’s our doggies’ younger sis

She is just so cute and smart

We like to give her a kiss

Each day when we walk to the plaza

We stop and rest at the fountain

Once we met a Tibetan Lhasa

Who lives on top of a mountain

The dogs are happy to be in the car

They bark and howl and sing

They think we’re traveling ever so far

But Cincy is hardly Peking

Here are the doggies at Sophie’s house

They like to come over and play

Buddy the cat sometimes catches a mouse

And that simply adds to the fray

Mike, Sophie, and Duffy are a three-dog pack

You’d have to say Duffy’s the king

Sophie, of course, picks up the slack

While Mikey just does his own thing

Here’s Katja and dogs on a trip to the park

Mt. Storm is a favorite location

With Katja the boys show a special spark

They think it’s their summer vacation

Katja feeds the dogs almost every day

It’s pellets and yucky meat

The dogs seem to think it’s pure gourmet

Who cares, so long as they eat

Most weekends we go to Eden Park

We walk by the lake and the trees

The dogs are so happy they never bark

And neither do the birds or the bees

The dogs in the bed are quite a sight

They fill up every morsel of space 

When I climb in bed and turn off the light

For my feet there is never a place

Katja and I have the dogs at the vet

I don’t think they’re really that sick

Being at the vet always makes me fret

I hope we get out of there quick

So that’s the story of our sweet guys

You can tell why we love them so

Eleven years old, time really flies

Doesn’t seem that long ago

Love,

Dave