My pet dog doesn't trot to the bog,
Instead she runs outside to have a wee,
Lately she has got fat like a big hog
Which doesn't make me happily happy,
I like cuddling up to her with a snog
As she is to me heart-warmingly cuddly,
I love her good nature unconditionally
As she is a pet creating my tranquillity.
She relieves herself on the leaves
And cocks her leg up like a male,
She sniffs out wee in the breeze
And then wags her long, furry tail.
I love my pet with all of my heart
And dread the day that she'll part.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/11/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Instead she runs outside to have a wee,
Lately she has got fat like a big hog
Which doesn't make me happily happy,
I like cuddling up to her with a snog
As she is to me heart-warmingly cuddly,
I love her good nature unconditionally
As she is a pet creating my tranquillity.
She relieves herself on the leaves
And cocks her leg up like a male,
She sniffs out wee in the breeze
And then wags her long, furry tail.
I love my pet with all of my heart
And dread the day that she'll part.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/11/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Pets are wonderful Andrew I recall with pleasure my old dog and cat we had when the children were young.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. I have some fond memories of pets during my lifetime. Glad you've experienced having a pet. And you look after Tennessee on occasion! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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