Down South in sunny California
Lives a princess with oodles of attitude,
part Chihuahua, part muse, her name: Fiona.
It’s absolutely no secret she prefers going nude.
Forget the fancy collars the frou-frou clothes
disgusted by training snacks, expensive toys.
Cute as a fawn from head to her toes,
Her ears take in every single noise.
To top it off she’s
rather stuck up--
Ceremoniously carry her downstairs ala palanquin,
Unlike most dogs, hardly a pup,
Cuddle too hard, she bursts into fits.
Too many kisses make her want to flee.
Upon hand-embroidered European pillows she sits,
Like a Monarch with a pedigree--
Until it’s time to pee.
Poor little thing ought to bite you. She can't possibly be that snooty and difficult. If she was, you wouldn't be so madly in love with her. Even though there's not a word of truth in your poem, it's very cute. How do I know it's not truthful, I asked Fiona. She denies everything.LOL
ReplyDeleteFiona you are adorable with or without clothes!
ReplyDeletePerfect, Perfect Perfect !
ReplyDeleteWhat a way with words you have. And from what you have said it fits her !
She is a little Princess. But a very pretty one. The huge ears and the very long legs always get to me.
Thank You for the very kind words about Watson.
cheers, parsnip
Such a cutie!
ReplyDeleteThen she's at your mercy!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fine ode to Her Majesty Fiona!
ReplyDeleteCute, cute, cute! I love it. She's adorable and certainly a princess.
ReplyDeleteShe's soooooo cute!
ReplyDeleteLove it! Fiona could pass for a miniature deer. I'm not kidding.
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