Bunker Drives Us Bonkers! (for the kiddies)

Bunker always drives us bonkers

When he barks like that all day;

He simply has to understand

We just don’t have time to play!

When we first brought him home with us,

We just couldn’t get enough

Of that sweet playful ball of fur;

It’s such fun to get new stuff!

The neighborhood kids came over

To play with our brand new pet;

They’d bring him toys and puppy treats;

He would kiss their faces wet!

We taught him how to fetch and roll;

The kids said we were lucky

To get to bring home such a sweet

Adorable little puppy.

He’d walk us to the bus each day;

And it soon became routine;

He’d watch it as it rolled away

And no longer could be seen.

Patiently he would wait all day

Until that yellow engine

That took his kids away from him

Would return us home again.

We rushed to put our books inside,

As he frolicked at our feet;

And when we’d come back out to play,

It would make his day complete.

We’d wrestle in the grass with him,

Resisting doggy kisses;

He had to let his playmates know

Their company he misses.

The sun would set and Mom would call;

Once more we’d have to leave him;

We’d say “Goodnight”, and hug him tight

We’d pat his head, then feed him.

Dinner eaten, our homework done;

Our night would come to a close;

We’d know that Bunker was at watch

And would be there when we rose.

Now, we’re bigger and he is, too;

My brother, my friends and I

Have other things we like to do,

So we leave ol’ Bunker tied.

He's barking as we leave the yard

To visit the neighbor’s boys;

It’s hard for us to understand

Why he’s making all that noise.

Could it be because he misses

All the time we shared before

With our beloved and loyal friend

Whom we seem to now ignore?

Yes, our Bunker drives us bonkers,

Which would surely not be true

If only we would play with him

Like we did when he was new.

From this day on, we’ll give the time

And attention he deserves;

And he’ll not bark and rant and rave,

And upset our family’s nerves.

We’ll take him with us in the car;

For he always loves to ride!

We’ll walk him, chase him, play with him,

And we’ll let him come inside.

Now, when Bunker drives us bonkers,

He’s not trying to complain;

But, to let us know he’s happy

That we’re playmates once again.

Katrina Estes Hill