The Dog
Little doggy
With dashed hopes or dreams come true
Heaven is a host of new smells on a walk
A sausage or piece of steak
Being spotted when you want to play
And your toy being thrown
The treat cupboard door being opened
Getting snuggled up with a blanket
Being asked if you'd like to dance
The song having your name in
Settling on the sofa on a comfy knee
Hell is someone putting on shoes
When it doesn't mean walkies
Being told you are not allowed on the bed
Getting dog food in your dish
Running after a cat that doesn't run away
Knowing you weed on the curtain
And waiting to be found out
A fun trip out that ends in a bath
Claw clipping day
Little doggy
With dashed hopes or dreams come true
I hope we get the balance right for you
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2022
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