Three Dogs on a Boat

A parkour, bear and a spy Rub-a-dub-dub

They say a house becomes a home when it’s filled with noise, fur, and love. For me, it’s three tail-wagging furballs — each wildly adorable and wildly odd. This poem is a tribute to the chaos, comfort, and comedy of life with my dogs. Written in the quiet between their zoomies and zzzs, Three Dogs on a Boat blends humour, heart, and a bit of desi tadka. If you've ever loved a pet (or three), I hope this feels like coming home to you.

Your wet noses and warm snuggles

Colour my days with mirth and giggles.

Your wet whiskers and shampoo smelling fur,

And the glint in your eyes...

Promises of ballyhoo and bedlam — thrice.

You skip, you pout, you bounce,

For jiggles and tickles,

You make my boat flounce,

And tug me to shore —Out of every jam, curry, and pickle.

Meet my cool young 'uns —

Coffee, the resident parkour —Brown and beige;

Shadow, the stoic — black like the sloth and sage

And Fury — one-eyed, feral,Tomcat and Secret Service rolled into one —The alpha. Top Gun.

Without the uproar,Life would be drab and dour.

Every time I come through the door,

With the three of you, there’s always more.

More fur. More shimmies.More tummy rolls Heart on the floor…And on the couch. the three pooches..

Ouch

You soften my edges,

Lift my spirits, make me whole.

You burrow close —soul to soul.

The scratches, the wags,

The nuzzles for treats and snack bags…

Oh, life would be cumbersome.

And I would be the cicada, wintering in a tree hole —

With crisps and Diet Coke,

Calories creeping and collecting —

Without the warm company

Of the three…

Winsome.

And truly,

Awesome.