I’m not sure when the next post will be as tomorrow is the big… BIG day. One difficult decision, but one which was inevitable, was to send Dog on a playdate with a close friend. He’d overdo it if he stayed here. He will be gone until Sunday morning and I will have to be brave.
In the meantime this poem which was written as inspired by Dog and based on a totally different poem by William Henry Davies.
Dog At Leisure
(Leisure, William Henry Davies)
What is this life, if full of care?
Go fetch my lead, don’t comb your hair.
Don’t give in to untimely sloth
I know what fun awaits us both.
Let’s try the park; we know it’s free,
Full of places for me to pee.
Squirrels anxious to play chase,
Friends who’ll let me lick their face.
Secret corners where I can poo
Long lost balls for me to chew.
Picnic scraps and chicken bones,
Stale crusts and broken scones.
These treats and many, many more
Are just beyond the bloody door.
So find your shoes, tie those laces
And I’ll take you now to wondrous places
Full of fun, grass and the freshest air
And while I play, you’ll stand and stare.