It has been really hot and muggy around here. I got Hoby up to the lake as much as possible. I don't push him to much in this weather. The other day I couldn't find Hoby. I lightly called Hoby while in the house but I don't think he could have heard me if he was outside with the house closed up, and the AC and dryer running....this is what happened...
I look down the hallway, up and down the stairs
Only to see that, Hoby is not there
I looked around couches and under tables and chairs
Only to find that, Hoby is not there
I check the laundry room and my office to boot
"Where are you Hoby", my Fuzz Nut Hoot
I check the ceramic floor in back of the bar
I think to myself, "I hope he hasn't gone to far"
I decide to go out to the deck via my office door
I check all the corners and even the floor
I walk up from the lower floor up the deck stairs
and there was Hoby fast asleep on my favorite lounge chair
It was dark and cooler now as it had been a long muggy hot day
When Hoby awakes I will make time to play
Great poem. I'm glad it had a happy ending. They always pick the favorite chair don't they.
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