Russell’s dog Betty has been staying with us for a few weeks while Russell gets some work done on his builling. Betty — who is known to Kish and me as Betty Boop or, in abbreviated form, Betty Boo — is making herself at home, as dogs always do, and there couldn’t be more of a contrast between the youthful Betty and the aging Kasey, who likes nothing so much as good morning, afternoon, and evening naps. Betty is pretty much the exact opposite, and the difference between the two moved me to write some bad verse:
Much Ado ‘Bout Betty Boo
Damp tennis balls found in the halls,
A tattered sock and battered shoe.
These all, we know, are telltale signs
of Betty, Betty Boo.
Kasey wants to sleep so deep.
But things to rip, or tear, or chew
Are the very favorite things
Of Betty, Betty Boo.
She’s still a pup, and not grown up
With more energy than me or you;
A whirlwind of devilish play
Is Betty, Betty Boo.
It’s time to walk, no time to talk,
Then we’ll play fetch anew.
But she’ll never tire, no matter what
Will Betty, Betty Boo.