The Bloodhound

The Bloodhound. He’s coming, yes he’s coming I know he is I can smell him I know I can, Oh that bad scent You’d think he’d stop rubbing himself in it. But I love him I love him I love him, he is my master I getting a hint of gun oil now, this means only one thing Oh joy Oh joy we’re going hunting yes we are I know we are. Come on what’s taking so long we are going hunting You know you hate it when I drool but I drool when I’m excited. Hey, did I just see a tail, I did, I’m sure I did, there it is again Chase it, run! come on I can catch it, nearly got it faster faster Oops where did it go, darn it got away again. Why does it always get away in the end. Oh come on come on, I could pee myself with excitement here. At last at last here you are, will you kneel down, you need a good lick I know you moan but at least you smell better when I’ve finished Come on then where we going today what are we after, can I have some if we get it I will run all day for you, you know I will cos I love you, you is the man Where you going that’s not the woods, it’s this way it’s over here look. Oh gee you’re going to the pickup, I hate the pickup you know I hate the pickup No!! not the cage!! I hate you,I hate you, I hate youuuu You know I get sick, sick sick sick Please let me stay I feel sick Are we there yet? we are, Yes, I love you I love you, you know I do, don’t youuuu. 15 July 2019 The Bloodhound Sponsored by Edward Ibeh