Yes, It's a Dog's Life

YES,   IT’S A DOG’S  LIFE

Out at last and  oh  boy  am I gonna enjoy some fun  -
Leg-up,  ahhhhhhhhhh,  the poodle next door will envy that one. 
He‘ll  be calling for me  pretty soon, to cross the road  (as if I can’t do it
alone and get a in a bit of car-chasing to boot) with him, the dimwit.
So,  gotta get to the corner and sniff who’s been and how long ago was that.
But whoa!  What’s that scent I feel on the breeze?   A cat?
Excellent !  - a chase with one of those furry mouse-snatchers   -
Just to show ‘em who owns this  street…Ok…ready you dog watchers?….
Excuse me for a mo….woof, woof,  snarl,  woof, woof:
Just a bit of theatrical dog-voice there.  Mmm . . . I love  cat-on-the-hoof.
Oh yeah,  I figured,  now he’s gonna put on the leash 
As a statement that “he owns this stretch of street”  - it’s his niche.
Ok,  it’s on now,  but he’s gonna have to pay: his muscles will tire
Cos I am pulling the wrong way  all the time, and pressure gets higher
On the leash, I’m a-gonna want to be ahead of him whichever way he goes:
Were talking arm-out-of-socket  after half an hour, I suppose.
Another corner, stop for a good sniff, make him wait with patience deep:
On his “tight  leash” he’s gonna have to stand near the crap heap.
Ok,   quick leg-up, no  liquid but just gotta do it for  show
Demo of who-owns-what-corner around here,  you know.
Now it’s the neighbour’s poodle,  “Oh  hi,  how are you? 
Let me sniff your rear-end  a good bit,   mmmmm.. . . .ooooo!”
Then  I’ll lick  his hand he’ll have to wash that hand when we’re home.
Just showing him who owns the butt-sniffing  rights around here where I roam.
Ok,  so it’s the newspaper shop ritual,  gotta show a little obedience here.
Why can’t  he buy it at  a shop that’s near?
How’d you like a roll of  paper in your mouth for fifteen minutes?
And no drools on it  or else he’ll  have a seizure or  fits.
And with the roll in my mouth as I pass all the guys laugh. . . 
I tell you, man,   it’s a dog’s life.

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Written  13  June  2012

Entered in   Tanya Harrington's  Contest 	Dog Gone Tales
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Andresen Avatar
June 14, 2012 at 3:16 PM
...lol...Yes, this matches my dog....Just the way it is, Sidney....it`s a dog`s life for true. - well done! Luck to you in contest, hope the best dog win. - oxox love Anne-Lise
Britt Avatar
June 13, 2012 at 4:15 PM
AAAAWW!! This put a smile on my face HAHA this was cute. I give my dog monologue, too <3
Britt Avatar
June 13, 2012 at 4:16 PM
fav'd :)
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