P.S.

I just wanted to say in reference to my previous blog post--that I don't really like writing odes. It seemed right at the time to stay sort of true to the name ode, but the rhyme scheme is weird in my opinion. I prefer couplets...or ABABCDCD...or other things that flow a little better. Just for the record...

And for those of you who didn't quite understand, Joey isn't dead. He just had to go back to the "adoption agency". My parents both recently had heart surgery and they can't take care of him. Sad, I know.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend to you all!

Ode to Joe

I found out the other day that my dog had to be returned to the Cocker Spaniel Rescue. Of course I don't blame my parents for no longer being able to take care of him. Still, it really stinks. I've got a lot of good pictures and maybe even little videos of him, but I don't have time right now to go hunting for them. Still, while it's fresh on my mind, I need to give an Ode to Joe:

My Joe, a cute and friendly dog is he.
Since the 8th grade, he'd been my constant friend.
Although he smells, he's really quite funny--
The squirrels in our backyard he'd always tend,
He barked at floaties circling 'round the pool,
He learned to sit and shake and roll over,
He waited without fail for his treats.
Tree leaves get stuck on him--his face of drool.
Unsupervised, he'd sneak some of our dinner--
We found him on the table with our eats.

He used to jump up on Mom and Dad's bed.
The toilet was his place for a cool drink.
I love the floppy ears upon his head.
He got a lot of grief 'cuz of his stink.
He'd sleep in my room 'til I left for school--
Then he moved to Mom and Dad's room floor.
It wasn't fun to have him in your tent--
You'd swear he'd seen a goblin, ghost, or ghoul!
I'll miss his side-by-side-with-Daddy snore.
With hope, his life'll be happy, though different.

[Written by J.E. Stolle. 5/15/09. In the style of an English Ode. Ten lines per stanza. Iambic pentameter. Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDECDE]


Love and miss ya, Joe-Man!