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Every Picture Tells a Story – It’s a Dogs Life

The Tree Fort
How I want to be a bird up in a tree
Singing songs and chirping, chasing bumblebees
I tried to build a nest, thinking maybe I could fly
Turn into a bird, and soar way up high
Gathered all the leaves and twigs, together to be bound
Now I am exhausted with a tree fort on the ground
Actually, it is quite nice, with all the leaves covering me
I can hide right here escaping, the bath that I so need
Bored
 
We are two dogs that are bored as can be
Lying on the kitchen floor waiting for a treat
A walk would be nice, out in the sun
Go to the park for a little run
The cat is upstairs hiding…….. from us right now
If he’d come down, we could chase him all around
Swimming at the lake would be lots of fun
Guess we’ll just have to wait for the time to come
Trim My Paws
 
Why do you look so shocked that I jumped up here
The groomer made me get on her table, so why can’t I here
I went to school today and got one paw groomed
So get out the scissors and please finish them soon
You saw how she did it, so please give it a try
Make the other ones pretty, I am not shy
One night after obedience training I asked the groomer/trainer how to trim the fur on my dog’s paws and so she took us into her grooming room and showed me on one of her paws. When we got home Magz jumped up onto the table as if to say “Okay now finish the other three”
 
© 2011 Susan Zutautas 
 
 
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I Wrote a Poem Just For You

I’d love to be able to write you a song
To let you know how much we belong
Side by side every day
Side by side all the way




If only I could find words to write
How I feel day and night
But it is hard to write with paws
Webbed they are but there is a flaw
No pen will fit between my claws
Just take me for a walk today
Feed me treats and I will stay
Right beside you not pulling away
Just tell me nicely to sit and stay
I promise not to be a rat
I’ll never again chase the cat
If you will feed me a bone or two
I will fetch for you a brew
When you come home at night
I’ll be waiting with delight
Wagging my tail to and fro
Just let me out to play in the snow
I know that it’s not polite to drool
Can’t help myself I am a dog you fool
I can read your mind with ease
I know what you want and how to please
But at times dogs just have to disobey
You took me to the vet and now I am spayed
You always fill my water dish
Sometimes I wish you’d throw me a fish
I am a Newfoundland dog you see
At one time fish were free for me
The liver you make my breakfast with
Is really quite delicious
However, if you could just double it up
You would make me a happy pup
So sorry that I shed like a bear
You would too if you had this much hair
I do not like to have my nails clipped
I would rather eat those potato chips
I have a wish for my birthday this year
I hope you don’t find it is too dear
But I would really like a steak
And please oh please bake me a cake
© 2011 Susan Zutautas 
 
 

Linking up to PAWSIT Hop Saturday  A new blog hop that is dog licious!

Recipes Passed Down

Flash Fiction August 22shortbread

Every year at Christmastime Meg’s grandmother who was from Paisley Scotland would make shortbread.

Shortbread was an expensive luxury at one time and was usually only made for special occasions.

It is said that these rich delicious biscuits date back to the 12th century.

Meg would watch intently as her grandmother carefully measured out flour, icing sugar, and of course the butter. Into a big bowl, the ingredients would go, and the hand beating with force would begin.

Ever since her grandmothers passing Meg has carried on with her traditional recipe and bakes many batches of them at Christmas.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about old-world charm. It can be nostalgic or irreverent. You can invent an “old world,” return to migrant roots or recall ancient times. Go where the prompt leads you!

 

The Atmosphere and Climate Change

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Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay 

Okay, class today we’re going to learn about the atmosphere, does anyone know what atmosphere means?

Billy holds up his hand and answers, I think it has something to do with oxygen and the air that we breathe, and I hear my parents talking all the time about climate change making our weather go all wonky.

Sally speaks up saying, the atmosphere is warming, and I read somewhere that today there’s more oxygen and less carbon dioxide and water vapor than there was in Earth’s early atmosphere.

Heatwaves are more common causing droughts, dangerous floods from more intense rainstorms that are happening and it’s all due to the atmosphere and climate change, said Arthur.

Very good class, Billy, Sally, and Arthur have given us excellent answers. For tomorrow I’d like all of you to write a short story about the atmosphere.

 

This six sentence story was written for a challenge over at GirlieOnTheEdge. Denise’s word prompt this week is “atmosphere”.

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41

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Fred, look over there, what the hell is that?

Ethell, that there is a Canadian goose and he’s staring back at us.

What do you think he’s doing here Fred?

He’s probably cruizing around just like we are in search of food.

Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves. I hear Canadians are quite friendly.

I’ve heard that Canadian geese can be quite rude Ethell if you get too close to them.

Okay, Fred then let’s get the flock out of here.

 

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This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41.

CT Scan Results

 

Marvelous news day

Results are in and I’m clear

Feeling terrific

 

© Susan Zutautas

 

This was written for RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #267

 

 

The Twisted Cross

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Image by alan9187 from Pixabay

 

She yelled at me loud

Obviously, cross today

Twisted story heard

 

What was it you heard?

As I twisted my long hair

The cross is missing

 

From where I asked her

The alters cross at the church

That is a twisted lie

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #266 Twisted&Cross

 

Hélène Vaillant – So Sadly Missed

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I’m so sad today with learning on Facebook that Hélène Vaillant had passed away. I started following her here on WordPress and later we became friends on FB.

I’ve only been here on WP since February of 2019 so it was a short friendship. I knew she wasn’t feeling well after the passing of her husband but I never imaged she was close to the end of her life.

Hélène was a wonderful poet and someone I will always remember.

After doing a search I’ve found many people that have written about Hélène and I’m so sorry that I missed all the posts.

RIP Hélène Vaillant.

Always remembered

Never to be forgotten

Rest in Peace my friend

 

A beautiful poem for Hélène from iidorun.

From Fandango.

Windows

Fandango flash fiction

Gazing out window

Watching life passing them by

Wondering outcome

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Dolls in a window

For all passers-by to see

Little girls behold

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Window to our lives

So much passes before us

Not missing anything

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Wanting to escape

Too far to jump to be free

Someone will see us

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© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

These Senryus were written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. 

 

 

 

Rose of Sharon and a Bee

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Yesterday I was in Toronto going for a walk and I spotted a bee doing his job. I wish I could have gotten a better shot of him or her in the Rose of Sharon.

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This post is for FOTD – Foto of the Day over at Cee’s Photo Challenges.