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
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