How The Finnch Stole Kibble
(by Terri Onorato – based on a true story of our whippet Finn)
In the household
Liked kibble a lot…
But the Finnch,
A real chow hound
Liked it more than a lot!
The Finnch loved his kibble. He would eat it all day!
Don’t dare ask why; no one can quite say.
It could be he thought he might never fill up.
Or perhaps it could be he’s a growing young pup.
But I think the most likely reason of all
May have been that his tummy was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, his strong will or his age
He wouldn’t give in, and he begged and he begged.
Staring up from his place on the bare kitchen floor
At his mama who stood guard by the old pantry door,
He spun and he jumped and he twirled and he whined.
But his mama held fast and said, “It’s not dinner time!”
The greyhounds were quiet and willing to wait
For they knew that at mealtime they’d get a full plate.
But Finnch wasn’t patient, his belly rumbled and roared
And he suddenly recalled where extra kibble was stored.
The spare room his destination, he took off like a shot
And pushed opened the door ma had forgotten to lock.
The treasure before him was a royal dog feast
Forty pounds of the kibble, all his to eat!
He’d certainly hit pay dirt; of this he was sure,
He ripped and he tugged till the bag finally tore.
Out poured the kibble, piling up to his knees
He munched and he chewed, never stopping to breathe.
He was so busy feasting and enjoying his prize
He didn’t hear mama till she was right by his side.
He munched all the faster and grabbed what he could
Till his ma picked him up and surprised him real good!
She didn’t get angry or say he was bad
She laughed and she hugged him and said, “You’re a brat!”
And what happened then?
Well the greyhounds they say
That the Finnch’s tummy
Grew three sizes that day.
And the minute his bloated round belly felt full,
He waddled outside, he had business to do!
He sighed with contentment as he lay down to nap
His dreams filled with kibble still left in the bag.