Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Doc in the Box
Mrs. Owner says get in the box.
No, no, no, I won't, says Doc.
Doc will not go in the box
He put his brakes on, they are locked.
Then, says Mrs. Owner, go round and round.
Move your feet Doc, cover some ground.
I won't, I will not, go in the box.
I refuse. I won't go in, says Doc.
I will lean back, pull back on my hocks
I will not, I won't, go in the box.
Then, says Mrs. Owner, you'll go around some more.
Round and round, and then in the door.
OK. OK. I'll step up high.
I'll get in the box. I'll give it a try.
Mrs. Owner says I am a great guy.
OK, can we go home now, I sigh.
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