At All Times
Never poke a brush pile,
Especially with your nose;
Never bite a Bumble Bee
Who's buzzing round your toes.
Most of all avoid the Snake
With rattles on his tail
And the silent Copperhead
Whose bite will seldom fail
To send a dashing dachshund
To the land beyond the pale.
One notices, at least this one does, that the poster could use some serious editing, as in "your sad," etc. The interesting thing though is how accurate the descriptions are. We have never had a squeaky toy that Simon hasn't demolished getting the squeaker out of it.
Speaking of Simon, he just let loose one of those single loud barks that I have come to understand as meaning "get your butt over here and help me with the sofa!" I got up, Simon's blanket was on the floor, he could not jump up on the sofa, and if he could, what would he sleep under? Of course, the reason the blanket is on the floor is that he pulls it off the sofa when he jumps down because it is caught on him somehow. Anyway, I went over, saw the problem, picked up the blanket, spread it out on the sofa; no sooner had I done that than Simon jumped up, without any gesture of gratitude, nosed his way under it, and immediately disappeared and presumably fell sound asleep. "Must sleep as much as possible." Still, I love him dearly and worry about snakes every time we go on one of those country walks. He insists on trying to get into the tall grass and weeds. Sigh.