"Are you sure? I was positive that you put this here for me."
I rip I tear, whatever's there
If you say "no!" I will not care.
A scarf, a cap, or underwear,
Just watch your skin, don't leave it bare.
I am a wiener of many names. I was tagged Taz shortly after I was born. Hmmm....whatever could that mean? I didn't have time to care. My diverse interests changed from one moment to the next. My new family named me Pocket hoping to tone down the Taz element. But I continued tasting and tearing everything in sight. I even tore my human a few times. The word "repercussions" didn't mean much to me. (Come on! It was all in fun!) My human was so proud of me that she was texting photos of me to everyone she knew. I heard her grumbling about spellcheck. It kept changing my name to Polecat. When she found out what a Polecat was she quit trying to change it back to Pocket. I mean...Polecat? Doesn't every wiener aspire to Polecat-ness?
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.