Buckets

when I was a puppy

my hair grew faster than my legs

for a time

I went through a fuzzy caterpillar stage

you could not tell which of my ends

was the front or the back

one day

it was in springtime

I ran through the garden

(it was the shortest route from point A to point B)

my hair was over my eyes

my legs were too short for my speed

I ran right into a bucket

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this is the actual bucket of which my head

produced a thunder sound upon:

no worries, mate

buckets carry no grudge by me

I like buckets for what they can do

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a day at the beach is better with buckets

any beach by the bay

or a beach on

here is Boston's Bay when he worries about

being sent down to

so he gets out a bat, hits all the balls in the bucket

aiming for a .318 like Hall Of Famer

Kirby Puckett

now I watch where I am running

in a shortcut or a race

on a run at the beach or any old place

woof - Hazel

P.S. Martha calls me her "little love bucket" and

I'm smart enough not to eat bees.

I do not eat bees! I let them go on my tongue!

Big difference!!!!!

woof - Li Lu