Four legs and two brown eyes

She looks at me, and starts to whine,
‘Come on Mum, you know it’s tea time!’
Stares up from her cushion here on the floor
Branding my soul, til I can stand it no more.
‘OK, I’ll get something to shove in your face,
Then you’ll get fat,  wobble all over the place,
But I just can’t seem to ignore you scrounge!’
As I try to relax in our now comfortable lounge.
The tail starts to wag, do I detect a smile?
She knows she wins paws down by a mile,
Whatever we’re having, she has to taste,
Can’t have anything going to waste.
Chicken or turkey, ham, egg or cheese,
She’s happy to sample any of these.
It’s all our own doing, started as a pup
Gave her something to eat to just shut her up,
But those brown eyes twinkle with love and content,
Did you see where that last sausage roll went?
She’s sneaky and clever, and ever so quick,
You can’t fool her, she doesn’t miss a trick.
A creature of habit, just like you and me,
She might not be hungry, and just needs a pee.
So I get off my backside, go open the door,
And what does she do? Stays there on the floor!
Oh well, I’m up now, I’ll put the kettle on,
Make myself a snack, the nose starts its twitcherthon,
She’s there in a flash, knows there’s something to eat,
She’s the best dog around and deserves every treat.
The fridge door is opened, she gazes inside
The strength of her sniffer cannot be denied,
I’m a sucker and know it, those huge brown puppy eyes,
Hypnotic and pleading, why am I not surprised!

Photos: April 2015

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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23 Responses to Four legs and two brown eyes

  1. Bee Halton says:

    There’s a fellow two leg foodie in our house 😁 great poem 👍

  2. Bee Halton says:

    Oops four leg foodie 😕

  3. atticsister says:

    I know! We just can’t deny these little loves their treats can we?

  4. atticsister says:

    Lucky for us we can Skype when those we love most. Gotta love that technology

  5. Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:

    Another poem for Maggie:
    for years she always associated the ding of the microwave as time for breakfast!

  6. I have TWO “four legged’ sniffer/beggers. I’d agree, those huge sad “I’m STARVING” puppy dog eyes cannot be denied. And the pups have a set schedule – woe to the one who disrupts that! 🙂 Lovely poem! ❤

    • Thanks Melanie. You can almost tell the time by Maggie for her walks as we get herded towards the door around 10am, midday (if she’s not already being walked), 3pm, 6-ish and then WE call the shots for the last one between 8 and 9! Meal time is all day as she has dried food and we leave it down as she eats when she’s hungry (except when there’s stuff from us on offer, sigh) .

  7. My dog is named Honey, but sometimes we just call her Chubby. A foodie for sure. Sweet poem about your pup. They’re such wonderful additions to our lives. ❤

    • They are. We’ve had Maggie since she was seven weeks old. She’s a scrounger through and through, but has always been sleek like her Mum. who was a welsh collie. Dad was a liver and white springer spaniel.

  8. fransiweinstein says:

    Very sweet. Live your Maggie poems.

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