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For the holidays we flew back east to visit our children and
grandchildren.
Everyone was fawning
over the new
addition to the
family. My husband
and I were dismayed
when we
realized their 'kvelling'
(pride) was
ridiculous, if not
absurd. |
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My kids and I
disagree |
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That we shall never
see |
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A dog as ugly as
their Brody |
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Not a member of the
canine bourgeoisie |
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He's a dog wannabe |
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Who looks more like
a coyote. |
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How can they think
he's cute to any
degree |
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Unless they've been
hitting the Chablis. |
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Every other week
he's at the vet on
the gurney |
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Something wrong with
his eye or his knee. |
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They kvell
at everything they
see |
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Oh my, look at Brody
pee. |
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It's beyond a
tolerable degree |
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And pains me to see |
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How they treat him
like he's the
perfect pedigree |
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Instead of what he
is, a trailer trash
mutt from Tennessee |
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