Dog Diary – Jack (Golden “Retriever”) ***

I’ve been suffering from January blues so I thought I would cheer myself up by writing something lighthearted. So here it is – and it’s all true!! 🙂

I feel the need to talk about something
I am asked to do.
It’s about why she asks me to sit
before I am given a treat;                   `
it’s not like a biscuit can spill
and surely this particular eating position
makes no difference to a dog’s digestive tract.
It must be so that she feels in charge,
in control of all issues dog related.
I’m okay with it though,
I rather like her to be in charge;
she is the leader of the pack,
except when I want left-over cat food,
then she is definitely not in charge.
There are some things in life that
one simply needs and
cat food hovers near the top of the list.
What’s the harm in a few daily morsels,
although the ensuing battle every time
to stop me is something Im puzzled by –
she never wins.
Does she not recall that I eat poo,
preferably my own
and that if I am desperate
I will even try cat poo.
I watch the felines from the window,
make a mental note of position and
have a snack later in the day.
I don’t think she has a clue that
the other day I ate half a dead rabbit
while running in the field.
Maybe that’s why I was
violently sick in the afternoon;
it felt like the end of everything.
But it was worth every agonising pain
because the day after I got scrambled eggs.
Life here is definitely good
despite all the odd things that she does,
and there are many.
I really do love her however peculiar she may be
and what is even more wonderful
is that I know she really loves me too.

*** I don’t seem to be able to do this; perhaps I need therapy.