Hot dogs

Moving in slow motion, Reluctant effort spawning sleep Before midday. Soporific humming Through open windows Signals summer. Only the flies are happy, Making friends with flesh Ensuring wakefulness. Cloistered madness yawns, Stretching fur-clad limbs This is the time For tennis balls And Hot Dogs… It is officially summer in the northern hemisphere. In England, theContinue reading “Hot dogs”

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 gets Busted

I may be in the doghouse ‘Cause, “Your face gives you away,” I’ve not a clue what she might mean… I’d just gone out to play! “Don’t come the innocent with me, I know what you’ve been at…” I wondered how, from in the house, She’d seen me chase the cat… “Have you been digging,Continue reading “The Small Dog gets Busted”

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…”