And then in honor of the clearly talented dogs in the book, I decided that my own dogs, being named Gatsby and Daisy, were very obviously literarily inclined as well. And so here are poems from my pack:
My kingdom for a lap.
And maybe a nap.
So sad to see it empty though;
Bereft of kibble’s crunch and smell
Why must dinner come so slow?
Time moves slowly on hobbled feet.
But I wait and dream of meat
And hours to go before I eat,
And hours to go before I eat.
Thanks to the publisher for sending me the book for review and sincere apologies to William Shakespeare and Robert Frost.