Being a dog owner,
My pocket’s full of bags,
I used to carry biscuits too
To treat the one who wags…..
More int’rested in goodies
Than watching her own two feet
She often walked straight into things
When walking down the street.
She’d mistep off the pavement,
Go headfirst into a post,
Funny to us but not for her,
So the biscuits became toast.
Lately she’s been ‘runny’,
So we knew she wasn’t well,
Not nice to clear up either,
And gawd, that awful smell.
So chicken and rice is daily,
We can tell she’s not impressed,
Told her it’s for her own good,
She keeps looking for the rest……
Today saw a vast improvement
So we’re doing something right,
We just need to stop her squeaking
At her empty dish each night.
We think we’ve turned a corner,
Though don’t want to cheer too loud
And we’ll stick to the bland diet
That’s as white as a fluffy cloud.
Still no treats or biscuits,
It’s the only thing we can do
But for now I’m satisfied
She’s passed one solid doggy poo!
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