It's snowing today. Just when we thought spring was almost here. My hewmun seems a little "under the weather". I thought I would encourage her with thoughts of motorcycles and road trips. There is a tunnel made of ice and snow but there is a headlight at the end of that tunnel, and we will navigate that tunnel together.
Popcorn? Did I hear you say POPCORN ?? I'm sure I heard you say popcorn! Are you just teasing me? Hey Bears! Come on! She's making POPCORN!
The winter sun shines on my skin,
And dogs like me with coats so thin
Love to bathe in pools of light
That chase away the chills of night.
I remember that sweater!
It's too small for me now.
I grew a few inches
From eating my chow.
I still like the snow,
I snuffle around.
There's mice under there!
I can hear their sound.
Way back then
I learned how to hunt
Even though just a little runt.
(In my book I have documented some pretty awesome hunting adventures.)
"Wieners Are People Too" is my favourite book. Of course...It's all about me Cupcake. In this book you will find out that I have learned how to read. I am fascinated with books. They taste so fine! You will also see me on my motorcycle in some very scenic spots. I love to ride. You know, "Long blonde hair blowin' in the wind..." except in my case it will be ears. I want to give a copy of this book to some of my little human friends for Christmas. Do you know anyone else who would like a copy? You can purchase this book on many online book stores. Here is a link for one. www.amazon.com/Wieners-Are-People-Too-Pocketbook-ebook/dp/B07DYBC35C
Rain rain go away
By the fire I will stay.
Safe and warm inside the house,
But WAIT! There's not a single mouse!
That's okay, my belly's dry
And I can't hear the coyote's cry.
My bowl is full of tasty foods
And I am in the best of moods.
OK... Really? This is real? I mean, is this really real fur? I mean, where did it come from and who.... Never mind. I don't want to know. But what I DO want to know is...what is stopping this from happening to me? I mean what makes me different? How do I know that one day you won't...uh...never mind. Let's not go there. But I would like to add that it would be nice if this didn't happen anymore. Can it stop happening? OK? Please?
The autumn monsoons have begun. Raindrops keep falling' on the roof. We Wieners were not made for the wet weather. Do not criticize please. How would you feel if your belly dragged on the wet grass? It ain't pretty people. And I wish you humans would quit criticizing us for trying to pee under the carport roof. Heck, it's the only place I can crouch without getting my privacy invaded by a shock of cold water. After a potty break outside it's the most wonderful thing to get wrapped up in a soft cozy blanket and just soak up the joy of being a house pet..... Did somebody say "play ball"?
See that nose? I'm proud of that nose. I have a very keen sense of smell and the nose on that picture has been instrumental in the demise of many a pesky rodent. In fact, since this nose has been sniffing around my human's property there seems to be a definite decrease in the population of voles and mice.
If you would like to hear more about my nose, I have written a poem about it in my book. My book is called, "Wieners Are People Too". My book is full of my adventures. I meet cats and goats, go on motorcycle trips and you can even see me hunting. You can buy my book online at Amazon.ca or Chapters or just about any site that sells books.
Today is Thanksgiving and I am very sad about some of the things I am thankful for. These are the things I am thankful for; a hot porch to lay on, voles and mice to hunt, no nail clipping because hunting keeps them trim, motorcycle rides and camping trips. So although I love love LOVE these things, I am also sad because soon my human will put away the Road Star and take out the snowshoes. Now I have to concentrate on growing a warmer coat. Sigh....
I am Polecat's human. She has difficulty fully expressing herself without me. So I told her I would write and post photos for her. She wants you to know that she is a poet.