When something fell from heaven,
“Well! What’s this?” the small dog said,
“If clouds are raining food, now,
Could I have a steak instead?”
A crow had dropped its breakfast
And it landed on the grass,
But seeing Ani’s interest
Decided it would pass.
The small dog was a bit confused
And thought she’d ask the question,
So brought the evidence to me
Before she tried digestion
It wasn’t long since breakfast though,
And not one to be beaten,
Once reassured, she buried it,
“Elevenses, uneaten.”
She tucked it in beneath the green
“I’m saving it,” she muttered,
“But when I dig it up again,
Could I please have it buttered?”
Well done, Ani! Probably the safest thing to do when one isn’t sure. Everyone knows crows can’t always be trusted!
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Tricksy things, crows 😉
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It must have needed ‘seasoning.’ 😉
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Heh 😀
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What a fussy girl 💜🍀
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🙂
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💜💜
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Good job Ani! Did it last until secret snack time?
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I don’t know… wonder if I should check?
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😉
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A great Ani anecdotal poem, Sue.
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🙂
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-giggles- Ani, you make my day. Enjoy your elevenses!
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I always do 😉
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Did your wish for steak from the skies come true, Ani? I don’t think crows are partial to steak, though. Perhaps bread for elevensies is a better option. At least it’s certain.
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She ever gets me steak…
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you for sharing x
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Ah yes, the burying food trick! 😀 Reminds me of the squirrel in our back garden once who stole a biscuit from a plate and buried it in the lawn! I didn’t have the heart to tell him it wouldn’t be there when he came back for it. Love it.
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Aw bless 🙂
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🙂 This brought a smile to my face, and no better way to start a week. I think Ani’s week is also starting out pretty well too!
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It was, but it is going downhill
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Love it! Maggie might bury her biscuits and chews in her bed, but never in the garden. Unlike her predecessor who buried a bone. We couldn’t find where, but six months later he found it and brought it in. E-ew!!!!!
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They are unpleasant when they’ve been buried a while x
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How cute. My dog buries bread.
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You have to wonder why x
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Love it! 🙂 xo
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☺️
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I’m not sure you’ll like it once it’s marinated in dirt and grass, Ani. Lol. Enjoy your manna.
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I have some strange tastes 😉
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Lol too cute. And so funny how the bread landed from above LOL ❤
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You should have seen her face
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A picture worth a million! 🙂 x
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🙂
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Duke would have no such problem. He’d scarf down that bread in half a heartbeat. He is not a picky eater — at least not about people food. He isn’t all that happy about dog food, though. He feels if WE won’t eat it, neither should HE.
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Ani I’ll eat most things. Not so much picky as choosy 😉
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Bread without butter? No thanks! And I bet it’s not even toasted… Bread always tastes better toasted, with butter on, or better yet topped with peanut butter or cheese. I’d want a steak instead too. Lots of licks, Lilie
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My kind of bread too, Lilie… but I never refuse a treat 😊
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That’s a good policy to have. 😉 Lots of licks, Lilie
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🙂
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