Euka O’doggie

May the road rise to meet ya and  your bowl be full o’kibble, says Euka.

Sam’s coming over today, says My Favorite Kid on his obligatory weekend phone call to his mama, And I’m making shepherd’s pie and boxty for her tonight.  I don’t think I can handle making the soda bread so I had to buy that from the bakery.  So what are you guys going to do for a St. Patty’s dinner?

You know you’re German, right? I said. On both sides. If there’s any Irish in your heritage, it’s a closely held family secret, mein kinder.

Ma, he says. Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. You know that.

He speaks the truth, my smart kid. And so to honor this bit o’the green that lives in all of us this fine holiday, we bring you the best I can manage this afternoon. 

Photos of the dogs wearing head boppers.

What’d ya expect from me? I come from a German heritage. And hillbilly. A long line of hillbilly. Sorry ’bout your luck on that stellar lineage, kid.

Good grief, is that a come hither look or what? Kiss me, says Euka. What’s the Irish word for tart?

Micron wants to know to say  I don’t wanna play this game in Gaelic.

And of course limericks written by dogs is a must for this best o’times holiday.  From Dogster Micron wants to share his favorite.  He dedicates this ditty to his friend, Mere and her little toesies.