I have had some intensive sessions with Cricket Louise (my life coach) discussing how I'm going to adjust to ZZ's departure for his furrever home. She suggested we talk things out. So, I have spent a lot of time talking with ZZ late into the night about life. Naturally, my thoughts have taken a philosophical turn during the last few days. I've been so preoccupied I hardly hear a word anyone says to me.
Huhh? You talkin' to ME?
Anyway... ZZ wanted me to share with you a couple of deep thoughts I've had. Hopefully they will be of help to you in your time of need.
Deep Thought #1
If you ever drop your squeakies into a river of molten lava, just let 'em go, cuz man, they're gone!
Deep Thought #2
The face of a hooman can say so much... especially the mouth part of the face.
You'll have to excuse me a minute. I need to ask ZZ something.
(whisperwhisperwhisperWHISPERwhisPERwhisperWHISper)
Okay. ZZ has agreed to share with you some of his Airedale Haiku. He wants me to remind everyone that Haiku has 3 lines - 5 syllables, 7 syllables, then 5 syllables again. (Thank you, Professor ZZ). Here's some of his work. It is a series of 4.
In wire crate I sit
Staring at my goob friend, Stan
Will he break me out?
Tummy rubs and hugs
Kisses and booty scratches
Make it feel like home
The hooman girl here
Loves on me like I am hers
And goob boy Stanley's
Stuffies and squeak toys
Wrasslin' and bitey face games
I'll miss GooberStan
Love,
ZZ & Stanley
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