Canine Cuddles

Canine Cuddles

Dogged by grey-sky thinking,
Her mood was slowly sinking,
But bought a dog
Which cleared the fog
And now she gets the drinks in.

Walkies!

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Walkies!

The temperature's freezing,
My human is sneezing.
This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag

It is chucking it down
And she's looking half-drowned.
This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag

Now I need a poop,
Good, she's brought out the scoop.
This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag

Oooh, bestest of all,
She is throwing my ball.
This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag

It's time to go home,
Think I might get a bone.
This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag

Oh great, here's my grub
And a quick tummy rub.
This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag

Now she's drinking her tea,
Never thinks about me!
Let's have some fun! Wag. Wag. Wag

Pawlitics

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Pawlitics

I have a scruffy mongrel,
I got her for the laughs.
She looks like our Prime Minister,
Without his many gaffes.

She's big on social media,
We're followed everywhere
And all because I bought a dog
With Boris Johnson hair.

Clever Dog

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Clever dog

His dog was a star,
It could drive any car
-It once drove from Glasgow to Dover
But his four-pawed best friend
Turned to drink in the end
And was christened Champagne-Super-Rover.

Scent

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Scent

When the leaves on the trees
surrender the breeze
in Autumn, our dog comes alive;
instinct predestined,
he will face to the wind,
olfactory-set, overdrive.

Be it pungent or musty,
pongy or musty;
the stronger the odour, the better
humming or whiffy,
miasmic or niffy,
for him, it's a fragrant operetta.

Best Mates

Best Mates

The thing about dogs
is the love they engender,
you get what you see
they've no hidden agenda.

Unqualified worship,
devotion wholesale,
soulful brown eyes
and a waggy-whip tail.

No back-talking nonsense,
no falsehoods, no lies,
your four-legged pal
until one of you dies.

One small thing would make
this bond even stronger,
that's the thing about dogs;
I wish they lived longer.

Mud

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Mud

Way up past me clogs,
thigh-high in mud,
for me and the dogs
this weather's no good.

It's blowing a shout
and freezing too, see
we'd not be off out,
if they didn't need a wee!

Loss

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Loss

It is unbuttered toast,
vegetarian roast,
it's chips with no fish,
your least favourite dish.

Soccer, no goals,
golf without holes,
waterless swimming,
playing, not winning.

Life on your own,
children, all grown,
just family, no friends,
nights which don't end.

It is walks, full of tears,
it's facing your fears,
it is knitting with fog,
this is losing your dog.

Dauphy:  Well said, my friend!
Hobbo: Thanks, Dauphy.

A canine’s view

A canine's view

I wish you'd clean up,
it's embarrassing.
I go for a dump
and get harassing

looks from the other
dog owner's who clean,
do not pretend
that they have not seen.

Okay, I know that 
it poos, a bit
but better than kids
put their shoes in it.

So, the next time I
pause for a crap,
pick it please.
Be a good chap!

Dauphy: This is not about you, Hobbo.
Hobb0:  I realise that pal. You make a good point though.
Dauphy: Thanks. It's embarrassing for the dogs you know!
Hobbo;  I can see that it would be...

Domesticated animal

Domesticated Animal

I keep a pet human,
I've had him for a while,
He does his tasks unbidden
And always makes me smile.

I have my mealtimes, regular,
His life's uncomplicated,
We walk, I poo, he cleans,
So, who's domesticated?
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