My Apologies to Robert Frost
This week on the road was a long one. I don’t know if you follow Jones on Instagram (YOU TOTALLY SHOULD – @JonesChews), but I did a series there this week – Places Gunny Pooped. My Hunny wrote a poem parodying Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening. My apologies to Robert Frost. In case you don’t know the poem, here’s the original. It’s lovely.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
See? Lovely. I felt like this all week, stopping places just to enjoy the view. I drive back roads, not interstate, so the going along is usually pretty, more peaceful than the interstate.
Hunny’s Version – My Apologies to Robert Frost
Hunny saw my photos, since he follows the Jones Natural Chews IG account, and was inspired to write his own poem.
Stopping to Poop by Woods On a Humid Evening
PARODY BY CHRIS CHRISTENSON
Out of the car with no place to go.
This rest stop is scary…oh no.
I will not be pooping here
Even if I look to and fro
My driver is a little queer
To think it is safe out here
Between the cars and zooms
People passing by with a jeer.
She gives my leash an impatient shake
Telling me it is time to make
Hold on woman this is not easy
With everyone watching me bake my cake.
This area is strange and full of creeps
Careful don’t make a peep,
My precious package I will leak
My precious package I will leak
The funny thing about this, to me, is that the first poop place was a funeral home (early Sunday morning when no one was there), the second a church, while service was happening inside. And I had absolutely no idea that Hunny was a poet. A funny one, at that. He missed me more than I knew if he was writing poetry about pooping dogs. Say hello to the little dog which inspired this poetry.
Gunny is a BlogPaws success story. His owner surrendered him in Pennsylvania a couple of weeks ago. Karen, of The French Dog Boutique, drove him to BlogPaws in South Carolina. I drove him to his new home in Oklahoma.
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Enjoy your long weekend! I’ll be attempting to cover a laminate counter top with a thin layer of cement. Paws crossed that this works!
Spreading the good chews …
Flea
