I'm her Pet..

I’m curled up snug before a roaring fire.

Outside it’s blowing half a gale.

I hear the rain against the windowpane,

The forecast said it may well turn to hail

I’m definitely in the right place as they say

And an hour or two of rest is all I need.

I’m happy to stay here until it’s time for bed

So why she’s gone to fetch my lead?

“He loves his walks” I’ve heard her tell her friends

“I take him twice a day come rain or shine.”

I don’t know whose idea it was that dogs like getting wet

But I can promise you, it wasn’t mine!

She wears her fur-lined anorak of course,

A pair of sturdy shoes upon her feet

And, with gloves and her golfing umbrella,

Her protection from rain is complete

But I have to go out just as I am

In the wind and the rain and the snow.

She wouldn’t go out when the snow’s inches deep

If her bits dangled so low

And when we get back and I’m cold and wet,

She settles herself by the fire.

But I have to stay in the kitchen

Until I’m a little bit drier

“We don’t want the carpet all muddy,” she laughs,

“It cost quite a lot of money”

It’d serve her right if I caught doggie flue.

She wouldn’t find vet’s bills so funny

I know a bit of exercise is supposed to do me good

But this weather’s beyond the pale.

Oh all right, I suppose she means well

I’d better just wag my tail..