The Small Dog Plays Mother…

I’m a creature of habit, I have my routine, I know where she’s going, I know where she’s been, I don’t like her going out late, or at all, I’d rather she stayed home with me to play ball. * This morning she did things before she went out With stuff in the bathroom, thatContinue reading “The Small Dog Plays Mother…”

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”

Notes from a Small Dog ~ The benefits of lockdown?

I don’t think she’s well. She’s cleaning stuff. Big time. I mean, not her usual whip round with the feather duster and terrorising me with the hoover monster. Oh no, that I could cope with. Well, okay, apart from the hoover-monster. I have to protect my bed when she gets that out. No… she’s washingContinue reading “Notes from a Small Dog ~ The benefits of lockdown?”