Scared About Something

She comes over, four paws clicking on floor.
Her eyes scared, she nudges hand.
Wants to lick; for something stresses her.
She stops, begins to pace around.
She gazes all around, then heads to bathroom.
She will be there rest of the night; if you need her.

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Don’t Want To See Santa

We get into the car
Where we go I do not know
My owner drives somewhere
He told me something I don’t know
Car finally stops at last
I am taken out to where I don’t know
The smell I know now where
Don’t want to go inside
I shake, I stop, don’t leave me here
Coaxed in we go and wait
I cry, hide, and want to be removed from place
You talk with people, I get a treat
Then we are taken to a seat
Door opens after a while
Name is called we go in
Nervous and scared I go
I hide as I follow
A man in white beard and red suit
Sits on a bench waiting
No I don’t want to go near
I am scared and want to go home
Food is waved in front of snout
Love food I’ll take a bite
Inch by inch I move closer
Then you pick me up onto bench
Bearded man has me now
You say look at me and smile
I roll my eyes nervously
A treat in front you dangle
Snap a camera goes off
Then again and again
I finally give you humans a smile
That’s it the final one
I’m off the bench, lets go
I don’t like getting pictures done with Santa.
I’m scared of him, let’s go home now.

She Knows Where To Go

Storm wails outside so tense
She hides between bed and wall
Scare to move or play ball
She has a lot of common sense
For TV sent storm warning coming
To find a place not near windows;
Get away cause wind is very windy
Dog knows what to go when coming
A possible tornado storm is in the air
For o just hear the sirens blare

Vacuum Scare

I hear it coming near
As I laid on floor
High pitch a noise I fear
I see it coming through the door.
Edging closer it comes towards me
Its loud zoom is too much for me.

Nearer it comes so close
The last minute I take my mark
I don’t want it be near my nose
I don’t even do the bark
For it scares me all the time
A vacuum that is louder than a chime.

I get up to leave my space
Quickly so it doesn’t follow
But it moves to fast like a race
My owner said it’s hollow
But it continues to scare me
So for me vacuum, I continue to flee.

Hiding Dog

Raging all around outside a storm is stressing one that is scared inside.
She paces back and forth trying to find a place to hide.
Living room is not the place, to many windows shows
What’s outside.
To the kitchen; no place to hide to close to the living room.
Off to the bedroom, no this one will not do.
Still too loud and two window meet her view.
Only one more place that will let her be calmer;
It is the bathroom, one place no windows to see.
Then it’s into the bath tub for further hiding.
Away from a storm that is brewing outside;
Away from lessening the noise that is defending to her ears.
The bath tub is her hiding sanctuary until the storm finishes airing.