OLD HOUN’
Old Houn’ is what we call our dog.
He answers to that name.
He’s supposed to be a watchdog,
But treats everyone the same.
Whoever comes to our front door
Is greeted with a kiss,
Then he’ll belly-up for a rub,
With a grand look of bliss.
He mothers orphaned kittens,
For which he baby-sits,
Though his look of total boredom
Belies his love of it.
9/12/89 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
1’st … Arkansas NPD 1989
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This must be pet Monday. Read about my cats if you get a chance.
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I enjoyed your story very much, Davis. I have a story, titled “FORTY-FIVE” you might enjoy. I will have to post it. I have several about dogs and a few poems about kittens. I love animals.