Saturday, April 19, 2014

Suffering for beauty

 Emily Dickins here. Sheila the groomer came to my house! I was so happy to see her that I bounced all over the place! Never mind that I didn't know who she was and had never met her before. With Mom's conniving assistance, this is what she did to me. Don't I look pathetically sad?
This is my Angry Puppy look. Do you think I should take to acting instead of poetry?
Mom says I look goofy in this one, but I believe I am projecting an image of an animal bravely overcoming adversity and looking forward to the future or a liver treat, whichever comes first.
Stand by for the next post in which I'll model the latest fashions in puppy-torture.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Monday, April 7, 2014

The extinction of the dinosaurs

A Natural History Lesson
by Emily Dickins and Miro

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Emily's second tribute to National Poetry Month

“Hope" is the thing with feathers—
by Emily Dickins
Chickens are things with feathers
that perch inside the pen
and ruffle so enticingly—
I cannot get at them
And sweetest are the eggs they lay--
if Mom gives them to me
I can be happy all the day
and hope for more or plead--
If only I were free to try--
I’d love to catch a hen--
I’d pace for hours around the pen
with hope of getting in.

You can find the original poem here.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Emily graduates from puppy class

Usually when a pup graduates from her first training class, she gets a certificate. Look what the trainer gave Emily.
To keep the lamb safe from Miro's big teeth and even bigger slobber, Emily only gets to play with it when she's locked in jail the ex-pen.

It's almost nap time.
Do I look smarter now?

Monday, March 17, 2014

Happy St. Paddy's Day

I, MirĂ³ the Mature, know how to pose for my photograph. To wit:
Pose with silly headband #1.

 Pose with silly headband #2, a close-up. You can detect by my minute change in position that this is not a copy of the above but is evidence of my superb ability to hold still.

The noble profile.
By contrast, here is a typical photo of The Peebody.

Well, at least she's wearing green.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

A poem by Emily Dickins

I'm preparing for National Poetry Month. Mom says I'm just copying this poem by Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet for obvious reasons. Well, a budding poet has to begin by learning from her predecessors, so I'm happy with this poem and hope the ending will come true.
Miss Emily Dickins

Searching for inspiration

I started Early-Took my Mom—
And visited the Park-
The Doggies in the Playground
Came out to us to bark—

And Children on the Jungle Gym
Extended grubby hands-
Presuming me to want to play
All day upon the Sands-

But no one moved me till my Mom
Tossed out a Liver Treat--
Past my nose-and my leash
Oh, I could smell the Meat--
I made as I would eat it up
As wholly as a worm
Wriggling in a Robin’s beak
And I began to squirm--

 And Mom—she started—trying to walk--
While I could only choose
To grab her ankle—then the lace--
Untying her running shoes--
Until I caught the Liver Treat
And swallowed as fast can be--
Mom took a step— but stumbled down-
Scattering treats for ME--

C'mon, we gotta write this down!


Saturday, March 8, 2014

National Poetry Month

Attention poets: It's nearly National Poetry Month, so we're getting a jump on it:

7 PM Thursday March 20 at Mercer Island Community Center (8236 SE 24th St.)

Fine Madness magazine presents "March Hares," an evening of poetry featuring Sherry Rind, Joannie Stangeland, Judith A. Skillman, Paul Hunter, Alan Wald, and Sean Bentley.

A second reading will take place in Olympia, 7 PM Friday March 21 at Traditions Fair Trade (300 5th Ave SW). Featured poets will be Ann Spiers, Linda Strever, Bill Yake, Don Foran, Thomas Aslin, and Paul Hunter.

$5 donation suggested to help cover room costs. Authors' books and "March Hares" anthologies will be available for sale (cash/check).

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Can we redo Tuesday?

So yesterday was Mardi Gras and all she gives me today is this conference tag?