The Small Dog on Writing…

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 sheContinue reading “The Small Dog on Writing…”

Laughter Lines……. Life from the Tail End

Originally posted on pensitivity101:
Laughter Lines, Life from the Tail End by Sue Vincent. ISBN 9781910478097 I finished reading this last night, and it was a real treat. It was Sue’s recent blog entry ‘Brunch’ that triggered me into ordering this book, mostly in support of the current Carrot Ranch Rodeo Classic, but also because…

Brunch with the Small Dog

Me and the dog had a sandwich for brunch (Well, for me it was breakfast, for her it was lunch.) She follows me into the kitchen like glue Just in case I might rustle up something to chew. You don’t eat alone with a small dog in tow And if you forget she will whineContinue reading “Brunch with the Small Dog”

The Small Dog gets Snow…

The snow came down, fell thick and white As far as I could see… She opened up the garden door So it could fall on me. I love the white stuff from the sky Though it is cold for paws… It never lingers long enough For me, before it thaws. I still remember my firstContinue reading “The Small Dog gets Snow…”

BANANAS – PART 4 from Usual Muttwitts

Reblogged from Usual Muttwitts: “Ican’tsee,Ican’tsee” scritches Squeezy.  Two muttwits, all earflaps and furry bodies, obscuring the High Street, handlebars, all else “Ican’tcontrol–“ Paddles is in a state of shock snifz yu– Don’t move! barks Bananas ..Kama, Karma, Karmaaa… Wot yu doing? Squeezy’s gotta squeeze the handlebars Paddles can’t eyeball anything neither, the little Pug beingContinue reading “BANANAS – PART 4 from Usual Muttwitts”

The Small Dog is under the weather…

I’ve been feeling under the weather, It is winter and bones can get cold… Especially when you reach my age And your two-legs keeps saying “You’re old.” * Now, I know that in ‘dog years’ I’m eldest, Though the theory has been disproved That I’ll age seven years in your twelvemonth So the argument leavesContinue reading “The Small Dog is under the weather…”

The Small Dog in Distress

Now, let us be very clear about this. I was tortured. I am not blaming the lovely young two-legs in the van… she was kind, compassionate, professional and exactly what you want in those horrendous circumstances. But my two-legs? The one issuing the orders? She knows what I think about “bath”, “ears” and “toes”… FourContinue reading “The Small Dog in Distress”

The Small Dog has the Last Word…

“Anu, old boy, how did you get here?” Frankly, as  a mention in their latest book, it isn’t good enough. Not only have they changed my name and gender, but I am pretty sure it is the only mention of me in the last of the ‘Don and Wen’ books. I mean, the first three,Continue reading “The Small Dog has the Last Word…”

The Small Dog on the Common Cold (or why there are sausage rolls under the sofa cushions…)

She’s got a really rotten cold And isn’t feeling well, She’s curled up on the sofa And she looks as rough as hell. The good thing is it’s ‘feed a cold’ As far as I can tell, Which means, of course, she really must Keep feeding me as well And all the stuff that’s inContinue reading “The Small Dog on the Common Cold (or why there are sausage rolls under the sofa cushions…)”

The Small Dog’s On Guard

I may be in the doghouse ‘Cause she couldn’t sleep in bed So she  curled up on the sofa… Where I dug her up instead (Because I had to check her Just in case she might be dead.) * “Oh, Small Dog, you are rotten Thus to wake me from my sleep. When dreams hadContinue reading “The Small Dog’s On Guard”