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!


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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23 Responses to Puppy days: 1st Poem

  1. Love this poem Di. And she is a lovely fur baby and definitely very smart. I can’t believe how well she’s adapted and quickly she’s learning.

  2. Steve Tanham says:

    Love it, Di ♥️

  3. KL Caley says:

    Aww this is lovely. It sounds like she’s picking things up quickly. KL ❤️

  4. tildy1 says:

    Great words! Cute pup!

  5. Fandango says:

    This is why, when we adopt rescue dogs, they must be at least two years old. Our last one was five and she was close to perfect.

    • Lovely. We thought about it, but the more we read, the more concerned we became, especially as we couldn’t visit anywhere to view, and in some instances, you weren’t guaranteed the dog you’d seen in the photo.

  6. murisopsis says:

    A wonderful poem!!! You captured all the trials and joys of having a new pup in the house!

  7. Lauren says:

    You’re all learning. Enjoy this time.

  8. willowdot21 says:

    You have caught puppy days to a tee!

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