Doggerel is a word which means an irregular, silly, or badly written rhyme. I’m going to assume that its origins trace to my own dogs’ ancestors who were undoubtedly all three—irregular, silly, and bad.
However, this does not mean I don’t love dogs; I do. They just need to attend I.Q. camp. You recall, of course, that one of my dogs literally did this damage to this book:
He was also the one who kept barking at an old hot water heater before it was picked up for recycling.
Today we are down to Mickey, so named because she sort of has a silhouette of Mickey Mouse on her back. The other day I saw her at the glass back door, barking at the porch. I figured there must be an animal of some kind out there, and a scary one at that. Nope. This is what had the nerve to be crouching on our cement:
St. Bob had left a small Home Depot bag on the patio table, and it had blown onto—horrors!—the ground. She also had a fit some time ago when a stray balloon found its way to the kitchen island:
And now, to share with you her latest hobby, it’s twirling in our curtains.
Occasionally she gets so wound up in them she can hardly find her way out.
Last week I was grocery shopping and saw a magazine called Inside Your Dog's Mind. How can there be even one paragraph of information on this topic, much less an entire magazine? I didn’t browse through it. I just assumed it would be photos of cobwebs. Maybe some doggerel poetry about dogs’ thoughts.
But I adore Mickey nonetheless. After all, she thinks I’m hilarious.
The best way to endure the dog days of summer is to stay inside where it's cool and read one of my books. Find them all right here.