When storms abound and you’re a hound what is a girl to do?
Tink begs for treats. She loves them sweet.
It cures those lousy blues.
April blizzards do hurt my gizzard.
And sure can make you blue.
Please make it stop.
I’m over the top!
Could this be spring time flu?
Winter’s white is quite the fright as we look out the door.
I’ve had had the flu. That made us blue.
I just can’t take much more!
Warmth is what dogs crave.
Our love too prevents the blues.
Winter’s just too long.
Time to hunker down.
You’ll be fine. Is that a frown?
Blankets cure those blues.
Blue still shines through gray.
Small boats will sail, without fail.
Peace rolls into shore.
Today nature’s paintbrush kept busy.
And blue was her favorite summer hue.