Woody
My Woody got out tonight.
He regularly gets out,
I let him out.
But tonight he left the yard.
With only one eye.
No claws.
And that is unacceptable.
He could get run over.
He could get eaten.
He could get mawled.
Maybe I'll fix the screened porch.
But until then.
Tonight was his last night out.
(Dad can't handle it!)
He regularly gets out,
I let him out.
But tonight he left the yard.
With only one eye.
No claws.
And that is unacceptable.
He could get run over.
He could get eaten.
He could get mawled.
Maybe I'll fix the screened porch.
But until then.
Tonight was his last night out.
(Dad can't handle it!)
posted by karlthebunny at 7:10 PM
2 Comments:
you found him and he came back, right?!?!?! is he ok?
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For those concerned Woody fans.
Thanks!
Yes, after much fretting and calling.
I grabed a flashlight and wondered up and down the alley.
He wouldn't have passed the dogs...
He could have wondered in the neighbor's yard.
"what's that guy doing in my yard in the dark?
Honey, get the gun!".
Fortunately, my neighbors like me!
And one eye reflects light as well as two.
I carried him back in, hissing and growling at me.
"But dad! I was only playing!"
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