People on the Airedale list are posting silly limericks about their dogs. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I hope to read limericks about all sorts of dogs.
Miró and Alanis, with me,
walk nicely on neighborhood streets
but when it’s time to trim nails,
I see tucked-under tails
and the tips of their ears as they flee.
I once flew an Airedale named Miro
across the US from Ohio.
He fit on my lap
while taking a nap
but now he’s the size of a rhino.
Alanis arrived from Alberta
where she had her very last litter.
She was happy to be
an only-dog with me
until I added a bitey-faced critter.
Now he nags her incessantly
to play chase and sweep the yard free
of squirrels and cats
and now I think that’s
why she tries to hide behind me.