The Small Dog on Writing…

It seems I’m in the doghouse once again before I knew it, And this time it is so unfair because… I didn’t do it! It’s not my fault if people like my poems more than her stuff… And leave me all those nice reviews to gloat on… well, that’s just tough! * Perhaps if sheContinue reading “The Small Dog on Writing…”

Brunch with the Small Dog

Me and the dog had a sandwich for brunch (Well, for me it was breakfast, for her it was lunch.) She follows me into the kitchen like glue Just in case I might rustle up something to chew. You don’t eat alone with a small dog in tow And if you forget she will whineContinue reading “Brunch with the Small Dog”

The Small Dog’s Vicious Circle…

Well, she’s still being weird And she’s up half the night, So we sit in the garden Because stars are bright And why shouldn’t we watch As they twinkle and shine? I don’t care what we’re doing ‘Cause this time is mine. * With her hands in my fur, Or caressing my ears, It’s thisContinue reading “The Small Dog’s Vicious Circle…”

The Small Dog and the Housework

My two-legs really worries me When she starts with the cleaning, She climbs on things that wobble when she’s stretching out and leaning. She scrubs and talks of ‘elbow-grease’ And squirts stuff that’s all squeezy That makes things smell all flowery… And makes a Small Dog sneezy! The thing is, she has accidents With everythingContinue reading “The Small Dog and the Housework”