Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Stick in the mud
Stick in the mud You threw me a stick, it was stuck, in the mud. What a dick! Your throw was not good. I scrabbled at it, got it out with my paws. Now I've got shit, stuck in my claws! Hobbo: Sorry Dauphy, it won't happen again. Dauphy: Good. I'm pleased to hear it. Hobbo: Nice poem though! Dauphy: Thank you. I do try. Hobbo: You do very well for a ...... Dauphy: Dog? Labrador? Hobbo: Old man. I was going to say old man...
good to see Dauphy back on board again with his wicked sense of humor 🙂 I think he was a little hard on you, Hobbo: we are mere humans after all 🙂
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🤣 He forgave me as soon as I fed him!
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Lol… just like a dog 🙂
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🤣 So it is.
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Harsh but fair. Harsh but fair, Dauphy. We humans are apt to forget simple instructions unless we’re really told firmly.
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This got a huge thumbs up from Dauphy! 😂👍
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Lol I sometimes get that look from Charlie that “ like really? You go get it.”
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😂 I know exactly what you mean!
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When I used to throw a stick for Molly, she’d run (or rather spring, since she was a Springer), grab it in her mouth, and then chew it into something suitable for mulch.
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😂 Dogs! So funny!
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