Skip & Snow

By Susan Sundwall

I think I see a shaggy snowman

pushing through the door.

No wait, it's only Skip, my dog

who's dripping on the floor!

Oh no! He's got that certain look

that tells me he will shake

His tail, his rear, his big ol' head

And what a mess he'll make!

Oh Great, I think I hear my mom,

she'll have a cow, for sure

if I don't find a way real quick

to dry Skip's soggy fur.

I hurry, cuz' it's melting fast

and Mom has her own laws

No dogs allowed inside the house

with crusty iced up paws!

She's coming up the basement steps

as Skip stares up at me.

There's only one thing left to do

I guess we'll have to flee.

I grab my hat, I grab my coat,

back out the door we run.

So Skip can shake the snow away

out in the winter sun.