The Small Dog’s Downfall

She said I was scruffy and needed a bath, I said she’d be lucky, was having a laugh, ‘Cause my two-legs alone cannot lift me and hold me The best she can do is manhandle and scold me While she ends up dripping and I end up running… My two-legs shampoo me alone? She wasContinue reading “The Small Dog’s Downfall”

The Small Dog and the Hoover-Monster

She says that I am an unfortunate pup, I shed loads of hair that she has to clean up; When it’s summer the finest fur next to my skin Makes its way to the floor so my top coat is thin. * Now, myself, I think that is a perfect design… The fine stuff’s discarded,Continue reading “The Small Dog and the Hoover-Monster”

The Small Dog’s Complaint…

Dear writer… * I know you’ve only got two legs And elephants have four, But honestly, you sound like one When walking ‘cross the floor. * It’s every night; I go to bed And settle down to sleep, You stumble round, make so much noise ‘T would make the Sandman weep! * Perhaps you oughtContinue reading “The Small Dog’s Complaint…”

The Small Dog in the Rain

She says I’m inconsistent ‘Cause I don’t like getting wet In bathtubs or in garden grass That’s been rained on and yet… I’ll jump into a muddy pool Or, in torrential rain, I’ll walk for miles exploring, then Ask to go out again. I’ll bound through all the long grass Holding water in its blades,Continue reading “The Small Dog in the Rain”

The Small Dog Chills…

I thought I’d relax in the sun for a while, Just soak up some rays, be off guard, chill and smile, The cows have all gone from just over my fence… No reason for me to be watchful and tense. They’re always so curious, I’ll have you know, Keep sticking their heads through where headsContinue reading “The Small Dog Chills…”

The Small Dog’s moral judgement…

My two-legs came home soggy though it’s pretty hot outside. She must have gotten really wet or else she would have dried. I asked her what had happened to land her in such a state… “A fish!” she said… I wondered just what she’d had on her plate! * “The sturgeon!” she informed me, andContinue reading “The Small Dog’s moral judgement…”

The Small Dog on Dieting

She doesn’t feed me. Not at all. I’m getting so much thinner. In fact (apart from several treats) I’ve not been fed since dinner! I speak your language pretty well, There’s ‘breakfast’, ‘lunch’ and ‘tea’… ‘Elevenses’ and ‘supper’ too, So why just two for me? She says that I am getting fat, A touch tooContinue reading “The Small Dog on Dieting”

The Small Dog’s Remedy for Isolation Blues…

She says that it’s typical that I’ve stopped moulting, No furballs and hair rolling black and revolting Across her clean floors, floating into her dinner, I thought she’d be pleased, being onto a winner. She says it’s not fair that it’s so warm and sunny… I know that she’s weird, but you know, it’s notContinue reading “The Small Dog’s Remedy for Isolation Blues…”

The Small Dog on Guard…

I live with a cow-field just over the fence, For a guard-dog that’s really no joke, ‘Cause a cow is a curious beastie, you see, And they all have a thing about looking at me And their heads through my hedges they poke. So when it is cow-season and they come out, I’m on dutyContinue reading “The Small Dog on Guard…”

From the Small Dog…

“The time has come,” the doglet said, “to talk of many things; Of tennis balls and squeaky ducks, and sneaky bees with stings; of why the sparrows fly so fast and if that cat has wings.” “Just wait a bit,” the writer said, “I’m busy with these things.” “But writer,“ said the small dog then,Continue reading “From the Small Dog…”