Shawn L. Bird

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poem-mischievous July 8, 2016

I feel like I could follow him

around the house saying ‘No’

because getting into trouble

always seems his goal.

But mischief is usually

just a disguise for boredom,

so I’ll work on tricks instead

so I can reward him.

Making time is part of the contract

and I’m the one who chooses how to act.




Look at those mischievous eyes!    There’s a lot of training to give him a job to keep him out of trouble!  So far (at 5 months old) he knows: sit, lie down, lie across my feet, stand on 2 feet, go to your bed, move back, fetch, drop the toy, trade whatever is in his mouth, put the ball on the lacrosse stick…

(Those awesome purple patent leather and psychedelic pink shoes are Fluevog Pearl Harts which were the shoes that celebrate finishing my Masters and my birthday last week. Very festive, no?)  🙂






15 Responses to “poem-mischievous”

  1. Melody J Haislip Says:

    What an utter, absolute darling!

  2. …and congratulations

  3. syl65 Says:

    Cute little guy and very festive shoes 🙂

  4. Puppy mischief is the hardest at which to get angry.Still, the newspaper needs to be lightly rolled up, just in case.

  5. Nice shoes! 🙂 Congratulations on completing your Masters

  6. derricodenise Says:

    Love the shoes.

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