I’m just a dog everyone makes a point of constantly reminding me. “You can’t eat that, dog’s don’t like chocolate.” I hear this at least twice a day. Wouldn’t it make more sense to give me some and let me decide what I like. If it makes me sick then so be it, humans don’t know everything. Why last week I saw one going through a garbage bin and he had to open each parcel to see what was in them. Anyone with half a brain would know by smell what was in each wrapper?

I’m getting a little distracted, chocolate is not my problem at the moment, that is only a problem after dinner while they are watching ‘Law and Order’. I wonder why they keep watching ‘Law and Order?’ ‘Inspector Rex’ on the other channel is a much better watch. Sorry side-tracked again; my problem at the moment is, why do I have to sit outside when they go to the supermarket, or for that matter why can’t I go to the supermarket and pick my own dog food. I wouldn’t buy that stupid dry chicken stuff they give me after lunch. Green things, that’s what I call it. Who ever heard of green chicken anyway? They wouldn’t eat it. I tell you I only eat it to be polite.

So here I am sitting outside, I can see my favorite lounge chair through the rear glass door, nothing on it. If that cat goes near it, I swear I will push it in the bath tub tonight and hold it’s head under with the drain plunger they keep in the corner.

Here we go, that stupid dog up the road is barking again. He barks at nothing. I’ll just have a little howl to remind him how stupid he is. I’ll bet he barks back. Not long ago he was always running away, he would often come hanging around me. That was why his owners sent him to the vet to get him fixed up; they said it would stop him wandering; it has stopped him, but so has the chain on his collar tied to his doghouse. I wrote him a poem while he was sick.


I’m not sure if he liked it; they make him sleep outside because he barks at nothing.

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You would think they would be home by now, how long can it take to get two
packets of green things and what ever else they need?

What can I do to show them not to leave me outside? I could dig a hole, no I did that last week and they made me have a bath. I know, I’ll play swings, I’ll jump up and grab the washing and swing back and forward for as long as I can. I’ll try and grab that bra, they are fun the elastic goes up and down too. What a hoot.

I’ll just go and check on the cat, if he is on my lounge there will be trouble.

Oh here they are, our car is coming down the drive. I’ll run around to meet them,
so they think I missed them. They will say I’m cute and give me a belly rub. I might get a chicken neck out of them too, if I’m lucky.

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It’s been a good day, I’ve had my green things, my before bed treats and they didn’t give me any chocolate, again. You don’t like it; again.

Ha; they even blamed the cat for lying on the washing, they said he chewed the bra; ha-ha, he got kicked up the clacker and put outside for the afternoon. He kept looking at me with envy while I sat in my lounge chair; life is good.

Well off I go to bed; tonight in my woof dreams I think I might play the piano; classical, yes that will be fun. I might sing along as well.

Good night, tomorrows another day. 




Please Note: Waggles is a rouge the poem was written by Sara Teasdale - titled ’After Love’