Puppy days: 1st Poem

Puppy Days

The joys of having a puppy,
I thought I remembered it well,
But memories don’t match reality
To this chaotic hell.
The Nos and Leaves are constant,
The nibbles of teeth still smart,
With loads of toys to play with
She knows not where to start.
But as each day progresses,
Another thing is learned,
Like putting her nose to the oven,
She may come away slightly burned!
We’re picking up on her tells though
When she want to go out to wee,
Her position to sit by the front door
Is as definite as can be.
Our sleep pattern’s all akimbo,
We try to catch up as and when
Cos when our pup is fully awake,
The mayhem starts again.
We have to watch her every second,
Prevent pulling fabric threads,
Encourage her to chew on hide
And not on our table legs!
She’s a little devil,
Running off with shoes and socks,
Charging around in the garden
As we chase her for picking up rocks.
But saying that, she’s lovely
Good behaviour is applauded,
Loads of praise and fuss and treats,
She will always be rewarded.
Training is for all three of us,
Start as we mean to go on,
She’s come so far in just seven days,
Which isn’t very long!

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