My Least Favorite Things!

No one has ever accused me of having a voice like an angel, or even like Julie Andrews in the movie, Sound of Music. In fact, last Christmas my oldest daughter bought me a Karaoke machine and no one will help me set the thing up. I begged again this Christmas and the two people who reside in this house with me told the two people who got to fly back to Oregon after Christmas to please not help me or else. Even without my microphone, I sing everyday and I love to make up songs. Usually, I belt them out in the morning while I am getting ready for the day. This works well for me when it is just Fudge and Vern in the house, but on the weekends I have to sing through the pain of the audience all but throwing rotten tomatoes at me and heckling me with comments like, “will you please shut up…your voice is so shrill I think you just broke my eardrums…Hayley, check outside. Is there an animal dying?....God in heaven, make it stop.” Oh well, all good artists know you have to keep working at your craft. Well, last night the lyrics to my next song came to me while I was sleeping and I wanted to write them down before I forgot them. Please feel free to sing them along with me to the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music.

My Least Favorite Things

Raindrops on muddy paws and poop bags and mittens

Bright yellow throw up and warm hissing kittens

Brown paper packages with urine samples inside

These are a few of dog things I abide

Cream colored messy dogs and crisp winter days

Walks in all weather and rough housing called play

Wild geese that fly above and taunt my poor dogs

Sometimes prompting my least favorite jogs

Dogs in all colors with their long golden tethers

Cause me to issue corrections and swear like a mother

Silver white snowballs that cling to their fur