I will never be accused of being a poet. But I just couldn’t resist trying my hand at poetry when I saw some picture from Darlene Craven, a career coach in the D.C. area (her note said: “Getting a ton of good information from Linked In and so is my dog!”):
There once was a dog named Pepper,
who thought my book smelled like supper (er, pepper?)
she Sniffed and she munched
she salivated as she lunched.
After a taking getting her fill
(she thought it was better than swill)
she felt like a sap,
and began her noon nap!
I’ll go back to my non-poetry-self! Here’s another picture of Pepper, in all of his doggy glory (howling with coyotes):
Thanks for sharing the pictures Darlene