Lucky the Lizard

Lucky the Lizard lives in a tree,

Never a fella as lucky as he.

Luck in the morning.

And luck in the eve.

A luck like this lizard, not a one could believe.

One day Lucky lizard took a trip far away.

He wanted to see sights, and have his heyday.

What could possibly happen to the chillest alive?

Through stones, bricks, and branches he jigged and he jived.

Lucky ol’ lizard climbed up a doorway.

Nothing and no one could get in his way.

He slithered and withered, straight up did he climb.

A journey of ages, what could be more sublime?

As luck would have it, he snoozed and he cruised.

To his next adventure, with nary a bruise.

The luck of this lizard just couldn’t be beat.

My poor Puppy Anna missed out on a treat.

And Perhaps, he went on to do commercials. Heh.

Look, another entry to The Daily Post Silhouette Challenge.

Jeeper Creeper

Don’t let the pretty twin coppers fool you.

My dog Anna (half greyhound/half ??) isn’t just a pretty face. She is a creeper.

She likes to watch. And she watches………………………..everything.

The yard.

Me.

You.

The neighborhood.

I noticed her creepy behavior at the duplex. All she would do is stare out the window, so much so, the blinds fell apart where her pokey nose kept looking. And she couldn’t resist. She couldn’t not creep. It’s her thing.

I won’t sugar coat it, she has issues. Maybe she thinks someone is watching her? Maybe she is just the best watchdog on the planet? Maybe she is just so scared she watches her own back? Constantly. And she is not just a creeper, but a barker. She barks at everything she sees that creeps her out. A plastic bag floating by. A walker. A runner. A car. A leaf. Jason. The lawnmower. You name it and she goes ballistic, then she runs and hides. Why? I don’t know, because she is a creeper and that’s what creepers do?

At her backyard post, she spots squirrels and she doesn’t even go completely barking ballistic, but more or less, shakes and whimpers at them. It makes me wonder…..what is SHE going to do? If I let her out and they run away, who is she going to creep? It’s not like she would catch a squirrel. I mean, she is fast, but not that fast.

I let her creep up on an Armadillo one day. I saw it while walking her on the leash. She starts to get close, and then what happens? She gets the creeps and darts away. WHAT? This thing just sniffed her way and goes on digging through our yard. I’m telling you this dog likes to creep, but no action. It goes against her delicate introverted nature. Now Hoss Salem comes up on the same armadillo, scares it so bad it jumps ten feet in the air. Which was GREAT! Salem doesn’t creep, she terrifies. Awesome.

But back to Anna.

The watcher.

Creeping in action.

I wonder if she knows I’m watching HER. The creeper getting creeped.

And just so you know, the creeping isn’t so bad, it’s the barking at – whatever the creep it is?!? – that does me in.

She’s staring through your windows. She’s watching your people go.


She gon find you. She gon find you.

Hey Antoine Dodson, run and tell that. Run and tell that.

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I chose prompt 4.) Your pets least likable character trait.