Thursday, August 4, 2011

This not That SPOT



I ponder from this spot
It isn't cold or hot
I like that it is near
The food I find so dear

I ponder 'bout the day
I ponder where to play
I ponder what to eat
And I ponder about my seat

I ponder from the floor
Making sure to clear the door
And away from sliding chairs
Which might pinch my fawny hairs

I ponder from this spot
And more likely than not
I will find myself a treat
Somewhere near my feet

5 comments:

Payton said...

I think that poem is definitely treat worthy! I like to sit against the oven in the kitchen while my mom is cooking in hopes I get a drop of something.
Love,
Payton

Barbara said...

Very nice poem, Noodles! I hope you get something for it!

Marlene said...

Noodles,
Does this mean if I just simply sit (& pretend to ponder) that a treatable will appear at my feet?!
Love, Marlene

PugSlope.com said...

I like waiting by the fridge, too. My food bin is on top (sadly, out of reach) so about an hour before dinner-time, I sit and STARE at my parents and breathe heavy until they look down at me. Then I glance up at the food bin and then back at them. They just don't get the hint! Well, maybe I'll have to try this pondering thing - it seems to work for you. Now what to ponder...hmmmm... -Love, Sid.

Meredith LeBlanc said...

We love pondering Noodles and we ponder many of the same things.

Scarlet's favorite pondering spot is the window over the driveway on her groovy flowered pillow.

♥♥♥
Meredith & Scarlet