The Small Dog’s Vicious Circle…

Well, she’s still being weird

And she’s up half the night,

So we sit in the garden

Because stars are bright

And why shouldn’t we watch

As they twinkle and shine?

I don’t care what we’re doing

‘Cause this time is mine.


With her hands in my fur,

Or caressing my ears,

It’s this time of night

When we get to change gears,

I don’t need to guard her

Or be high altered…

Just snuggle up close

While the tension’s diverted.

By day we have unicorns

Over the fence,

All disguised as horses…

The undergrowth’s dense

To protect them from hunters,

So I’m on the case,

Of every intruder

Protecting the place.


The birds all fly in

And I chase them away,

‘Cause a garden of birdsong?

Who wants that all day?

She says that she likes it,

It’s fine by her choosing,

I say she needs quiet

And lots of nice snoozing.


And then I must move her

Make sure that she works

And does not stiffen up

…Yeah that’s one of the perks…

So I get her up throwing

What’s left of my ball

Which for quite a long time now

Has not bounced at all.


“You’ve other balls, girlie,

You have over twenty…”

“I just need The One Ball

And one ball is plenty.”

“But you could be chasing

It all round the garden!”

“That is not the idea,”

And I felt my heart harden.


Of course, my ball’s special,

I groom it and care,

And I carry it with me

To go everywhere.

But she must cared for

And exercised too…

So she has to throw it…

And fetch it back too!


The farther it bounces,

The farther she’ll run,

Then she gets too tired

Out here in the sun…

She naps and perhaps

Maybe she’ll sleep at night…

And while I know really

That should be alright…


I still want our cuddles

When everyone sleeps,

In the cold of the garden

Where silent night creeps.

I want one on one time

Just me and just her…

And her hand on my ears

And feet in my fur.


Published by Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:

67 thoughts on “The Small Dog’s Vicious Circle…

  1. This is wonderful Ani, and you are doing such a grand job of taking care of your beloved twolegs. Something about ear or tummy rubs. I get to sleep with a hand on my flank or curled round my neck as I snuggle in. I’ve found the extra cushion which is lovely against my back and aching joints. If I get cold, she puts the blanket over me. Lovely to be loved and to love back. ❤ Maggie.


    1. I like it when she can’t sleep and then we snuggle on the sofa. Shehas a furry blanket and we share. I can’t get up on her bed… well, I can, but I can’t get down d]safely any more. Too high. xx


      1. I know that feeling, I’ve fallen off a few times now, but they put my day bed on the one side so I have something soft to land on if I have to get up for a drink and it’s not so hard on my joints.


  2. You are right, Ani, you need that time with her so you can both relax and heal from the day. Humans justs needs reminding of that. Much paw love to you and your two legs, Dante the Dawg. xxx


  3. We understand, Ani. Mogi and Da Boyz have started a new ritual. After the nightly pee walk in the garden, we all come in and sit in front of the gas log fire. It’s us time for cuddles and pats without other distractions. And you deserve your special time too. You’ve worked hard to look after Her, and I know she appreciates it, even if The Ball is kind of wet and icky. But hey, that just means it’s properly matured, right? Hugs to you both from Mogi, Golli, Harry and me. 🙂


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