It seems I’m in the doghouse once again before I knew it,
And this time it is so unfair because… I didn’t do it!
It’s not my fault if people like my poems more than her stuff…
And leave me all those nice reviews to gloat on… well, that’s just tough!
Perhaps if she would do the puppy eyes more, she might make it…
Or take a leaf from other writers who have learned to ‘fake it’…
‘Cause confidence invites belief and I think she should try it
And advertise her work as if she thinks someone might buy it!
The trouble is, she likes to make them think and that’s no bad thing,
While I am cute and furry and I like to leave them laughing,
And though I may not sell enough to rival Rockefeller…
It’s true that of the two of us, it’s me who’s the bestseller.
Mine’s not the only two-legs to allow pets at the keyboard,
But there’s a cautionary ‘tail’ that needs to go on record,
The lines between your common sense and heart get rather blurry
When asked to choose between a human writer and a furry…
I have to say, there’s one thing, though, where there’s no room for doubting,
Regardless of how many books and great reviews you’re touting…
Or whether you will rise to fame, and even if you fall…
The two-legs right beside you there, still loves you most of all.
The Small Dog asks me to point out on her behalf that Amazon was not happy about a dog publishing books under her own name, so she had to use mine.
She also says thank you to all those lovely people who have left reviews for her… especially the ones that say she left them laughing out loud, which she takes as the greatest compliment ever 🙂