To all my friends, furred, feathered, scaled… or even two-legses! Don’t forget to send me your stories, poems and pics… or your letters to Santa… for this year’s ADVENT CALENDAR… there are still spaces left to fill!
Dear Santa, don’t believe her
When she says that I’ve been nosey
When she comes in from the cold outside
Her cheeks all pink and rosy.
Of course I have to have a sniff
Whenever I must greet her…
I feel that is incumbent
On a small dog of my metre.
She says my nose gets everywhere
In places that it shouldn’t…
Perhaps if she would keep her fur on
Then my cold nose wouldn’t.
But if she has to change her fur
Or get in steamy water,
Then I, a dog, will wield my nose
Just as a Small Dog ought to!
The Great Dog in the sky
Gave me a nose that I should use it…
You can’t ignore a gift like that…
That would be to abuse it.
The gifts bestowed upon us
We should use to make us shine.
(And Santa, as we’re talking gifts…
Can I have cheese with mine?)
Pass the Turkey!
The Small Dog’s Christmas
It is almost Christmas and things are not looking good for the Small Dog. There are too many Santas, too few tennis balls and not enough snow. To make matters worse, her two-legs says there is no room for a Christmas Tree in their new home and there isn’t even a chimney!
In a bid to save Christmas, the Small Dog decides to write to Santa. Every day.
Join Ani as she tells Santa about her days, explores what Christmas means to her and asks him some very awkward questions…
A seasonal collection of verse, humour and anecdotes from the inimitable Small Dog.