Walking the Dog

All the doggies are looking eager, there's a breeze blowing up Even the older ones are feeling perky, just like they are a pup All snouts are at the door jambs they all know there is breeze With the occasional one with dust up their nose outs a sneeze While their owners are wrapping up and buttoning down coats As the jiggling of the doggy leads gets all of the doggy’s votes Then your head's down to miss the oncoming harrowing winds Doggies love it, and all you see from them is their doggy grins All that wet and wind must be doing the brain cells some good Running around in puddles then coming home covered in mud You're dreading that all over shake down that the doggies love Then it's mud all over the hallway wallpaper to heavens above It is time for that bath, or shower, it's now the order of the day Then getting rosy in front of the fire, the contented doggies lay Whilst despite protecting yourself from all those outdoor winds You are even more covered by the natures outdoor unholy sins You're wet all over from giving the dear mutt a shower, or bath Looking all bedraggled, hubby, is looking at you stifling a laugh Your clothes and towels are in the washing machine, all is done The dog is happy now sleeping it has more than enjoyed its run Hubby makes a hot cup of tea, then to run you a lovely hot bath Totally in sympathy with you, just in case he catches your wrath Both snuggled up in bed arguing who is doing the next dog walk Next time the dog is eagerly sniffing the door jamb of the porch