Cloud's Imagination

Come wiff me

And you'll be

In a world

Of Cloud's imagination

Squirrels to chase

Birds that fly

And cats

Bow down whenever dogs walk by...

We'll begin, wiff a spin

In a world

Of Cloud's imagination

Catch your tail,

the first try

Then spin around so fast

You start to fly

If you want to view Paradise

Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Want to catch a squirrel? There's nothing to it...

There is no life I know

To compare wiff Cloud's imagination

Living there, you can play

And go fur car rides to the park each day

If you want to view Paradise

Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Want steak and peanut butter? There's nothing to it...

By Cloud, (wiff apologies to Willy Wonka, BOL!)

Poem and Video

Hi furiends! Mom has a lot of projects going on, so my blog time is kind of hit and miss these days. Sorry we can't visit your blogs every day, but we will try our best to stop by and say "hi!" when we get the chance.

I wanted to share a quick poem I wrote. I'm sure many pups feel the same way...

It's been rainy fur days

The weather is cold

Holding my pee

Really gets old

By Cloud

And now here is a video mom took a few days ago of one of our walks on a very pretty bike trail near our house. You can see me leave pee-mail, some sniffing action, cute close-ups, AND I get to see HORSES! I was furry good and didn't even bark at them, mom was so proud of me!

I hope you enjoyed the poem and video.

Luv,

Cloud

For the Love

For the love, I sing to you

For the love, I touch your face

For the love, I give you me

And your eyes they shine with grace

For the love, you lay your head

Upon my lap and sigh

For the love, you give me you

Until the day you die

For the love is worth

any amount of pain

You are always here with me

In my heart you will remain

My mom wrote dis poem and wants to dedicate dis post to all the special ones who have gone to the Bridge to wait fur their families. One year ago, Feb 9th 2009, my brudder Benny went to the Rainbow Bridge. Mom misses her sweet and gentle friend, and I miss snuggling wiff my brudder and humping him when mom gave him more attention than me. Well, is true! I'm little, but I was Top Dog, baby!

Here's a picture of me and the Old Man, Benny Bean.

Here is Benny when he was a young pup, 5 months old:

He was mom's sweet boy for 14 years:

He loved to lay outside and feel the warm breeze...

Our dear fried Max's mom wrote a wonderful post about the importance of having pictures taken wiff our moms and dads. In honor of Max, we wanted to share a picture of me and mom taken last summer:

And here is a picture of mom wiff Benny.

We love you Benny. Always.

Benny Bean, Nov. 28th 1994 - Feb. 9th 2009

Ode to Winter

Ode to Winter

By Cloud

It is Winter.

The snow is tall,

My legs are short,

I have a nekkid belly.

Winter.

I'll hold my pee,

For a little while longer.

Wonder Dogs can do dis,

It only makes our bladders stronger.

Winter.

The temp today is -5 below.

The forcast calls fur still more snow.

I wish I had some floof like Khyra

Then I could be warm, here or in Siberia.

Winter.

In which I Write a Poem About Stuff to Do...

Dis brand new day,

Is yours and mine.

Dis brand new day,

What will we find?

A squirrel to chase?

A dog to sniff?

Some rabbit poo

lying in a ditch?

Should I bark at the mailman,

Or the guy on a bike?

Play in the backyard,

Or maybe take a hike?

I could help my mom

work in the yard,

wash the dishes

and drive the car.

Dis brand new day

of stuff to do,

I'm so excited,

I hope you are too!

Luv,

Cloud

In Which I Write a Poem About Squirrels...

squirrel, squirrel in a tree

squirrel, squirrel

why you torture me?

your evil ways

will not stand,

you will never

rule dis land!

at your antics

i will bark,

i will chase you

from dawn til dark.

and when the squirrels are in they’re place

never daring to show their face,

the world will cheer cuz it’s been saved

and i really look forward to my ticker-tape parade!

until that day comes at last,

i will run and chase so fast.

striking terror in your heart,

cuz my squirrel-fighting skills are state of the art.

by Cloud

In Which I Write a Poem About Thunder...

Ode to Thunder, by Cloud

Thunder, so loud.

Cloud, so scared.

I know I are a Wonder Dog,

But I want my mom.

Thunder.