You stupid little mutt,
I want to kick your butt.
Your barking is incessant,
my mood is most unpleasant.
Twenty-four/seven you bark,
from sun-up to sun-dark.
And when I lay down to nap,
Sleep is eluded ’cause you yap.
If I could have one wish,
It’d be your voicebox in a dish.
A shock collar around your neck,
might be my best bet.
Sugar is good and honey is sweet,
I pray you’ll go play in the street.
Perhaps its cruel, but ’tis true,
I hope your doggie days are few.
And in dog Heaven you can croon,
by the light of the silvery moon.
With gates of pearl and bones to nibble,
balls to chase and drool to dribble.
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I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences.
I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak.
A few things you might discover about me:
•Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things
•My family makes this world a better place for me to live in
•I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either
•I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin
•My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers
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“When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna
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