Wolf (My, How He’s Grown!)
Just a pup.
Wriggly with new.
Pink-padded paws
skitter-patter dancing.
Jumping up, up, up!
Sloppy-licks kissing better
those needle-tooth nibbles
to your hands, your face.
You’re smiling, laughing.
He’s baby-growling.
What a good boy!
He loves to play.
Now he’s grown.
No longer a pup.
Needle teeth long gone,
snapped out in a vicious
gnaw of chew toy tugging.
Coarsened coat, lean lopes
of legs to chase you down,
in panting, darkness panic.
Firm-planting paws to pinion.
Raw-torn meat breath, wet.
Jaws to your neck.
He loves to play.
And a canine-themed tune…
Mmmmm … ‘those needle-tooth nibbles’
Puppies!
Bless ‘em
heh-heh 
Puppies are brilliant!
Puppies! Puppies! Puppies!
They do grow though…
a puppy is not just for Christmas! I love Kate Bush
I was never particularly a fan apart from a couple of songs in particular – this one and Running Up That Hill.
Yes Running up that hill ………. sorry have to admit apart from heathciff I adore them all.xxx
It would be a very dull world if we all liked all of the same things!
Holly, this is so good. Hmmm, is doggie playing in the end?
Testing his big teeth! RrrrrRRR!
“Jaws to your neck. He loves to play.” Some big boys do play rough…
And big girls too…
badly trained dog? Or with evil intent?
Well I often think it’s the owner not hte dog… but this one seems a bit evil to me!