Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Dirty Bitch!
Dirty Bitch! She hunted under cover of night, her brush tail trailing cubs. Foraged for food, Left her mark, ancient as time. Another she, a cold dawn later, domesticated, (almost) can not resist that smell, drops her shoulder and rolls, ignoring her owner's noooo!
Hobbo's Poems 
Doggy Chanel! A dog owner near here told me how she read something suggesting that dogs’ identities are tied up in smell much much much more than sight. It’s made me feel a bit conscious of how we don’t let Oscar choose his own identity. It’s like me not being allowed to choose my clothes or my hairstyle. I am not sure that there’s a happy compromise though.
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I’ve never had a dog yet who could resist eau de fox! 😂
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Nice. Some cannot resist a roll in something we consider less than fragrant. Then what do they think of Parfum de Roses?
Allus thot a female fox a vixen.
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None of my dogs have been able to resist the odour of foxes!
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I think Molly’s favourite part of summer was when we spread chicken fertiliser on the garden.
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Oh, I can imagine. Dauphy and my previous dogs Bella and Samson loved fox poo. It must be the canine equivalent of Chanel.🤣
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The foxes are at our planters again. Happily there’s not much planted in there right now
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😂 I wonder what fox pie tastes like!
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A tail most foul, or so I would assume. 😂
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