Little Brushwood's Blog

watercolor painting of Little Brushwood in a frame

Hi, I'm Little Brushwood!

I’m a Shiba Inu.

Maybe someday I will be all grown up, but today I am just a Little Pup.

Here are some stories I’d like to tell you, about the things that I happily do.

So pick up these books for your very own. Please read them to your kids until they’re grown!

The Old Photo Album

Little Brushwood stood looking up at the bookshelf,

Wondering which book his Mom will pick for herself.

As Mom walked over to take her favorite book,

Actually it’s a photo album she took.

She sat down in her cushioned comfortable chair,

Inviting Little Pup up and pulled back her hair.

She opened the album to reveal the pictures,

With some old colorful and black and white mixtures.

Each page that was turned offered a new and fun scene,

As from ages ago some were losing their sheen.

Mom would talk about each picture along the way,

And with Little Brushwood on her lap, a good day.

The Beautiful Dress

Little Brushwood sat at the foot of his Mom’s bed,

Trying to understand the words his Mom had said.

His head slightly tilted and his eyes showed he cared,

As Mom described the feelings of a friendship shared.

Mom used the big mirror to help style up wild hairs,

While speaking about two great friends waiting downstairs.

Occasionally Little Pup would hear Mom sigh,

But he’d quietly listen with his ears perked high.

“I’m the Maid of Honor at tomorrow’s wedding,

And that means I am involved, not just attending.”

Mom longed to wear the beautiful dress on the bed,

Saying “I’ll be back.” and hugged her little pup’s head.

The Shiba Tumbleweed

Mom brushed Little Brushwood as she hummed a sweet song,

And she noticed that her pup’s hair was getting long.

Little Pup laid still with a wiggle once or twice,

But enjoyed having his fur brushed; it felt so nice.

The pile of Shiba fur was growing really big,

And Mom even put some on her head as a wig.

When Mom was done creating a large pile of fur,

A wind gust blew the mound causing Mom to shout “Grr!”

Pup ran after the large Shiba fur tumbleweed,

As Mom chased both with the rolling fur in the lead.

A few moments later she said with a small smile,

“I will remember the tumbling Shiba fur pile.”

The Wheelchair Delivery

Little Brushwood came close to see Mom on the phone,

As he carried in his mouth his squeaky toy bone.

Mom wrote down an address of a friend that she knew,

And said to Little Pup “We have something to do.”

Little Brushwood dropped his toy and whispered a bark,

As he wondered if they are going to the park.

Mom and her pup walked to a neighbor’s house nearby,

To help with the box from the delivery guy.

Once the box was carried inside her neighbor’s home,

Mom then gave Little Brushwood his squeaky toy bone.

She went on to assemble the brand new wheelchair,

For her friend who needed it for personal care.

The Out of Town Farm

When Mom and Little Pup had decided to go

To the Farm outside of town with horses to show.

They got inside the car and drove a little while,

To see the farm which had a horse trail for a mile.

When they arrived they saw something to their surprise,

The horses were smaller than the usual size.

Little Brushwood leapt from the car past Mom’s stretched arm,

To see the miniature horses at the farm.

He ran straight to the corral to see one small horse,

As Mom followed behind with an apple, of course.

Little Pup met a miniature horse today,

And let out a bark, while the horse let out a neigh.

The Box of Joyful Noise

Mom came in through the front doorway stomping her shoe,

Unloading on the table a big box, then two.

Mom smiled real big knowing what she brought from the store,

As Little Pup was happy to see Mom for sure.

Mom took off her winter coat, hat, scarf and mittens,

And opened one box to two meowing kittens.

The noises and smells were new to Pup’s ears and nose,

As Mom put the box of kittens down by his toes.

The kittens were purchased from the local pet store,

Oh, she wished she could have gotten even one more.

But two will do as an example of the care,

That Mom and Little Brushwood so easily share.

The Sledding Hill

Mom and pup went sledding at the hill called “No Fear,”

Because a deep snowfall came quite early this year.

They dressed up warmly for the cold weather outside,

As they got into the car and went for a ride.

The hill is where everyone has lots of fun,

Sledding down the hill and then back up they would run.

Mom and Little Pup were next to give it a try,

So down the hill they went waving hi, and then bye.

Left and right they’d turn as they flew down the big hill,

Only at the bottom did the sled become still.

Little Brushwood jumped off landing in the deep snow,

As Mom giggled and said, “One more time? Ya! Let’s go!”

The Angel Wings

Mom knew how important yesterday’s visit was,

Because she dressed up Little Pup for a good cause.

Pup looked so adorable wearing angel wings,

Making Mom smile big and sing the song that she sings.

They went to the hospital to visit a friend,

And stayed until visiting hours came to an end.

They took pictures of her dressed up Little Brushwood,

Knowing that the visit would be used for some good.

Mom gave one of the photos to the local news,

So that the picture can get a whole bunch of views.

The words that came along with the article read,

“Pup visits with a friend in a hospital bed.”

The Backyard Apple Tree

The smells of the fall season are filling the air,

And the backyard apple tree has apples to share.

Little Pup would sit under the trees cooling shade,

To take a break from the backyard games he had played.

Some days the noon sun would be very bright and warm,

But sitting under the tree kept him cool and calm.

Little Brushwood sat still in the soft gentle breeze,

And then simply laid down and fell asleep with ease.

Mom looked from the window at Pup sleeping outside,

And with a grin said “I just cannot stay inside.”

She watched Pup sleep, while drinking cocoa from her cup,

Knowing apple picking waits for pup to wake up.

The Fair Balloons

Little Brushwood knew from the new smells in the air,

The time had arrived to go to the County Fair.

The fair had been set up at the big park in town,

And Mom played her part dressed up as a happy clown.

Mom would get up early to gather her supplies,

As she loves to hand balloons to the girls and boys.

As each child would receive their very own balloon,

Little Pup would dance to the fair’s musical tunes.

“Thank you” were the kind words everyone would say,

As Mom gave most of the balloons away today.

Little Pup walked home attached by the last balloon,

And Mom would again look like his Mom very soon.