The Small Dog and the Hoover-Monster

She says that I am an unfortunate pup, I shed loads of hair that she has to clean up; When it’s summer the finest fur next to my skin Makes its way to the floor so my top coat is thin. * Now, myself, I think that is a perfect design… The fine stuff’s discarded,Continue reading “The Small Dog and the Hoover-Monster”

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…”