Under Santa Fe Skies

by Susan Tungate

Ask Georgia

Dear Georgia,

I saw this poem and immediately thought of you. Hope you like it.


Greg from NYC


“Dog’s Bedtime Prayer 

Now I lay me down to sleep,

The king-sized bed is soft and deep.

I sleep right in the center groove,

My human beings can hardly move.

I’ve trapped their legs, they’re

tucked in tight,

And here is where I pass the night. 

No one disturbs me or dares intrude,

Till morning comes and “I want food!”

I sneak up slowly to begin,

And nibble on my human’s chin.

For morning’s here, it’s time to play,

I always seem to get my way. 

So thank you Lord, for giving me,

This human person that I see.

The one who hugs me and holds me tight,

And shares their bed with me at night.”


Dear Greg from NYC,

Do you have a camera in our bedroom? This poem pretty much

nails the situation, or at least it did.

When it was just Harry the Cat and moi, we arranged ourselves for

minimum intrusion on human space. I took the head and he took

the feets.

Then Sofie arrived a year ago. All was chaos. Harry was over on

the left side with Sofie. I was on the right.

Our person was pinned. She soon became a sleep deprived  animal


So one day when she was away, I called a meeting. I explained we needed

to show some of  that unconditional love people rave about. Since this was Sofie’s

third home after two stays in prison, she was amenable to any plan

to make our person happy. I suggested we all line up on the right side

of the bed like one human body. I picked the middle position. I figured the

middle position was closest to her hand for a quick pet. Then we flipped

a coin for the other two positions. Heads, her head. Tails, her tail.

That night, when our person slid into bed, I assumed my position.

Then Sofie jumped up and headed to the bottom of the bed. Harry settled in

the pillow position.

This is how we sleep every night. Of course, it is a total mash up in the

mornings, pouncing on her stomach and licking her face, but our person seems

to like that. 

Greg, I hope you and one and all  have a Happy Fourth of

July weekend. Remember, when the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

bring your dogs in the house so they can hide under the bed. That’s where I

will be.


Georgia the Dog


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