A Campsite Too Far

Written for:  Sunday Muse #229
I think I'm going to throw up!

I told you I have to pee.  You need
to find a rest stop NOW!

Mom, Sally's picking her nose again.

Am not!

Jeez, whose idea was it to go camping?
I am not a camping type of pooch.  I like
sniffing around my own neighborhood.  Everyone
knows me, pets me, gives me treats.  Beats
being stuck in this car, traveling to a place too far
away, with a bunch of grimy, whining kids.  A shampoo and
brushing wouldn't go amiss.  I am not at all happy.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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25 Responses to A Campsite Too Far

  1. VJ says:

    Oh my. Memories of childhood trips


  2. Sadje says:

    Reliving this childhood days.


  3. Gillena Cox says:

    Nice one Sally



  4. wyndolynne says:

    🙂 This gave me a chuckle. We used to have a great car dog and now have one who gets anxious riding around…I can hear this dialogue in his head. Except for the bath bit.


  5. Eugenia says:

    This made me smile! Good one.


  6. Helen says:

    From the pup’s point of view ~~ wonderful ~~ WOOF!


  7. Truedessa says:

    haha – I enjoyed this – thanks for the smile.


  8. Haha! You really got into that dog’s head…


  9. Carrie V. H. says:

    I love this Sara!! Your dialogue is perfection!! Made me laugh!


  10. Having looked a the picture again and noticed the dog’s expression, I can almost t hear the poor creature saying those words! Brilliant.


  11. dorahak says:

    It’s a dog’s life after all lol.


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