The Mighty Chipmunk Hunters
Whenever we run back from chipmunk hunting
I’m sure to let Tug reach mom and dad first
That way he can get admonished for getting all dirty
We never catch any chipmunks
We just have fun digging for them
Bouncing Through the Sea Grasses
I’m working on my Tigger imitation
My sister Della says all I need
Is an orange and black striped suit
Tada dum tada dum ta da dum dum dum
With Tonto, her faithful Indian companion beside her,
The Lone Ranger Rides again
Let’s return to those thrilling days of yesteryear
Following the adventures of these two champions of truth and justice
Hi Ho Silver Away!!!!!!
Listening to Directions
What’s that you say
You want me to pick up his leash and walk him over the bridge
You’re sure this isn’t that bridge with the Troll under it
You know, the one the Three Billy Goats Gruff crossed
Okay but if a Troll pops up and asks
WHO'S THAT CROSSING MY BRIDGE
I’m dropping the leash and running
Conversation With an Airhead
Tug: Where did Sahrra go?
Della: She went that way, up North to see the beautiful fall foliage.
Tug: Are you sure she didn’t go the other way down the beach?
Della: Yes, Tug, I’m sure.
Tug: Oh, I thought we were all going to take more pictures together again.
Della: We did take photos together, remember. Mom had to hook you up on the leash because you kept taking off looking for gross stuff to eat.
Tug: Oh yeah, I did find some good fish bones.
Della: I hope you focused on Sahraa and noticed that she didn’t need a leash to keep her from wandering off.
Tug: Sure I did…Wait a minute, I’m focusing in on something that just washed upon the beach. Maybe it’s something to eat.
Della: Oh my word, he’s something else. Why can’t my brother be like our visitor. Sahraa was so good and polite and pleasure to visit with.
Low Hanging Fruit
If you have any low hanging fruit that needs picking
Tug's the dog to do it
The trouble is
He eats it as soon as he picks it
Watching
You see him up there Tug
That gray critter that’s sprinting along the branches
Now be ready
When he comes down for the acorns
We’ll chase him out of the yard
Summer Vacation
We’re back
We’ve been running through the woods
In the Berkshires this past week
Except for when Tug sat in the tub for two days
Because of the thunderstorms
All that rest gave him extra energy
He even beat me back to mom
Well, the treats she had in her pocket
Put some pep in his motor too
Photobombed
My mom was tossing the ball to me so I could get better at catching it
How am I ever going to get good at catching a ball
If Della comes flying out of nowhere and grabs it
Happy Birthday Tug
I’m five years old today
Dad and I had a heart to heart talk
I promised not to go foraging for garbage in the woods
He promised he would always have cheese for me if I listened
I guess we’ll just have to see who keeps their promise
The Falling Treat
She set a treat upon the rail
As it fell I watched its trail
My lunge to catch it was a fail
My friend's as big as a Clydesdale