The Small Dog’s Dog Days

She’s still smelling funny, She doesn’t look right, She gets up and down Like a yo-yo all night. I’ve given up following Each step she takes Just watch from the sidelines Whenever she wakes. If I’m missing out On my beauty sleep, she, Who’s in need of much more Misses out more than me. ‘CauseContinue reading “The Small Dog’s Dog Days”

The Small Dog Despairs…

Sometimes…well, okay, often, I despair of my two-legs, I really do. She is so proud of how well we communicate, but what she really means is that while I understand loads of her language, not just smells and body language, but words too… she can pretty much only understand a little bit of mine. Granted,Continue reading “The Small Dog Despairs…”

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…”