April 27, 2014
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Dog Hair
This poem should be read (or sung) to the tune of Tumbling Tumbleweeds. I'm sure most of you are too young to remember Roy Rogers and Sons of the Pioneers, so here's a little video to help you out. I couldn't get it to embed, so just open the link and start the video. It should open in a new tab so you can switch back to this post and read while the song is playing. Don't start reading the poem until after the annoying ad.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQc5gDXQGIs
See them rolling on the floor
Heading for the kitchen door
Sweep, but there’s always more
Drifting along with the dog hair tumbleweedsUnder the tables and chairs
Dancing in each puff of air
Rolling along without care
Drifting along with the dog hair tumbleweedsFill the dustpan and you get
Enough to build another petThey keep rolling along
It’s just so doggoned wrong
In my house they don’t belong
Drifting along with the dog hair tumbleweeds[Whistling interlude]
Fill the dustpan and you get
Enough to build another petThey keep rolling along
It’s just so doggoned wrong
In my house they don’t belong
Drifting along with the dog hair tumbleweedsFor all his fuzziness, Boo doesn't shed much. Mostly, he gets his tail snagged on various things and we find long tail hair tumbleweeds rolling around on the floor. It's weird how dog hair is attracted to more dog hair. Before Boo, we had a husky/German shepherd named Tia. She dropped hair constantly. Tia died in 2006 and eight years later we occasionally still find clumps of husky dog hair when we pull out a rarely moved appliance or piece furniture like the washing machine or one of the kitchen cabinets. Her ashes are spread in the backyard, but Tia tumbleweeds still drift through the house like a ghostly reminder of a dog gone long ago.
Krysten & Tia 2002
This is today's entry in the NPM Scavenger Hunt hosted by murisopsis using prompt #27 Dog Hair.
Comments (8)
I have always loved this picture. Thanks for letting me enjoy it again.
Hi, Miss Connie! It's one of my favorite pictures, too.
Love love LOVE this one!! I remembered this tune - one we sang in music class!! And this is oh so true. When we replaced the refrigerator there was a small Boo dog back there, a kind of Ranger golem, lurking to spring on us at the slightest provocation! It was no match for the vacuum...
Dog hair tumbleweeds are a form of immortality. Ranger will always be with you, just like Tia is always with us.
Ha! I love your poem!
I just figure the Dog-Hair-Tumbleweeds keep my Dust Bunnies company! Ha! sometimes it seems they are mating! :-O (Shock-ed face! )
My dog hair poem sucks! I'm running out of poetry writing steam.
That is a sweet photo of your beautiful daughter and doggie!
Hairy-HUGS!!!
I had the phrase "dog hair bunnies" in the poem, but I didn't think people would get it. Obviously, you would have understood!
I too think this is a particularly beautiful photograph.
Thank you! That is one of my daughter's senior pictures, taken in 2002.
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