I should be writing about Ukraine, about unjust war and a suffering that could have been prevented.
Think I shall write of Chihuahuas, instead.
It's not that I don't care, but I am nearly bedridden now. Barb has let me set up my tools to where I can reach them, to work on things I hope are worthwhile in our life.
I can still help with the dogs; all of my mobility is spent there.
I can't keep up with the Chi's (they're FAST!), but Belle can, and I can watch.
But just sometimes, I CATCH 'em!
These are super-sized Chihuahuas. They weigh about 25 lbs each, and have the cheerily pugnacious stance of Corgis.
The house, it has been giver o'er
to Chihuahuas now;
we can just ask them whither go'er,
and when you get there, how
will Belle the Wolf ensure return
when you're 'neath the furniture,
or do you want that we might learn
that there truly is no cure
for the wild exploring minds
of these very smallest mutts
that no given moment finds
them sitting on their furry butts,
but rather charging, flag unfurled
through front door, look out, world!
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is CARRY; appropriate, given the picture above.
For Chi's they really weigh a lot
for they've been super-sized by God,
and what you see is what we've got,
but surely they're not flawed,
just blessed with maybe too much size
(not all can be the teacup kind),
but when you see their loving eyes,
you know that you won't mind
having legs go tingle-numb
when they sit in your lap,
for you happ'ly have become
caught within that tender trap
of love for which we always yearn
that dogs are best-placed to return.
Four minutes! Guess it was on my heart!
Music from Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, with Tijuana Taxi.
Have you ever tried Mexican Vanilla ice cream? It's Syl's favourite.