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…)”

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”