There once was a girl named Sierra,
who was fuzzy and white,
and wore thin black mascara.
Whenever she rested in her house,
it had to be somewhere soft,
like a bed or even a couch.
so all day long she could dream
of her favorite foodies.
P.S. Here is an update on what Mommy did with yesterday's harvest. She roasted the tomatoes and put them into the freezer for marinara sauce and tomato soup for the winter. She used the bell pepper for beef fajitas tonight. She shredded the zucchini for zucchini bread. And the cucumbers will go into a salad to be eaten at dinner.
Sierra! That is such a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteHugs & smoochies!! XOXO
Hailey
peees..... can I come oveer this winter for the marinara sauce?? Sounds very yummy!
I bet Sierra would like my chair!
ReplyDeleteShe'd be khomfy and khute there too!
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra
PeeEssWoo: YUMMMMMMY!
Woof! Woof! Cutie Sierra ... absolutely LOVE the POEM. Yummy stuffs you mom made. Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar
ReplyDeleteRoasted tomatoes? We've never had those before! yummmmmmmm
ReplyDeleteLove ya lots
Maggie and Mitch
That was a very moving poem, Sierra. I could feel your love for your couch and dreaming and food and stuff. You should get an agent!
ReplyDeleteWiggles & Wags,
mayzie
Sierra sure lives the good life!
ReplyDeleteKari
http://dogisgodinreverse.com/
What a beauty Sierra. P.S. We wanna eat at your house.
ReplyDeleteYou are looking pretty today, Sierra.
ReplyDeleteWe finally got some red tomatoes...making some soup and salsa...YAY!
Wyatt
Sierra, you sure know the secret to a happy life...a soft place to rest...plenty of naps...good wholesome food...and lots of love!
ReplyDeleteTeddy - we want to come and live at YOUR house.
ReplyDeleteI've finally posted again and there's a picture for you of our garden ~~ a VERY pathetic garden.
Sierra, we love your poem !!!
Hugs and yips,
Cappy and Ollie
awww sierra--you are adorables~!! :D
ReplyDeletexo,
luna