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 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…)”