If Dogs Could Talk ….

If Dogs Could Talk….

I think you’ll find you’re in my spot

That seems to happen quite a lot

You know the sofa is where I sit

I call it my cosy, puppy pit

I think you’ll find you forgot my mouth 

I did pout, whine, whimper and shout 

But you sat and ate all your tea

Right there - in front of me! 

You didn’t seem all that pleased

In fact I’d say you looked aggrieved 

When you put that fluffy toy in my bed

And in thirty seconds I’d rip off his head 

I had expected high praise indeed

When I took that toy and it was freed 

I doggedly pulled his stuffing out

And you - all you did was pout 

When I took you out for a walk 

I provided all the small talk

I let out lots of sharp, loud barks 

“Quiet” was all you could remark 

I’ve tried so hard to work you out 

But I don’t know what you’re about

But I know that we’ve got a special bond 

And here, with you, is where I belong. ❤️

Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet copyright ©️ 

20th March 2025