THE SMALL DOG IS UNDER WEATHER… By Sue Vincent, “LIFE FROM THE TAIL END”

FROM ANI, THE SMALL DOG OF SUE VINCENT, ON THE OH SO FAMILIAR SUBJECT OF “GETTING OLD.”

I’ve been feeling under the weather,

I’ve been feeling under the weather,

It is winter and bones can get cold…

Especially when you reach my age

And your two-legs keeps saying “You’re old.”

*

Now, I know that in ‘dog years’ I’m eldest,

Though the theory has been disproved

That I’ll age seven years in your twelvemonth

So the argument leaves me unmoved.

*

Because, me, I’m a puppy when playing…

I can chase, fetch and squeak things all day

Where she’ll only survive for an hour

Before she tries running away.

*

I can go chase a cat in the garden,

Then I’ll see off the birds, it’s no chore

And  if cows are becoming a problem,

I can see off the whole herd mid-snore.

*

But my two legs appears to be fragile,

There are some who would treat her like glass…

Meanwhile, I think that she would do better,

If she moved more and got off her….chair…

*

“But it’s cold, girlie whirl,” she keeps saying,

“It is winter and bones can just freeze…

And if you want more movement from my end

Could we just shut the garden door please?”

*

But I like having doors that stand open,

So that I can go both ways at will

And if anything threatens my two-legs

I can simply move in for the ‘kill’.

*

I don’t think she has ever admitted

Just what sacrifices I have made?

“Don’t you think, little small dog, that maybe

In love, cheese and chicken, you’re paid?”

*

She may have a point ’cause she spoils me,

There’s always a treat I can chew,

And when I’m feeling under the weather

It’s her I will cuddle up to.

*

With love to all the dogs and cats, birds and ferrets I’ve loved and eventually lost, I remember you. All of you. 



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  1. This is such a cute poem, Sue.

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  2. A LOVELY TRIBUTE TO OUR LOST LOVED ONES. THEY ARE ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS.

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  3. Ani sends her thanks for sharing her poem, Marilyn… and sends her love to the Duke too 😉

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    • And Duke sends his love back. I think he knows a fellow traveler when he reads one 🙂

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      • Kindred spirits 😉

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        • Maybe also fellow traveler, at least on the paths that dogs travel? But you’re right. I was looking for the word and could find it. I knew that was wrong, but I got tired of hunting through the brain for the correct comment.

          Right now, his life is about squirrels. I don’t know what it is about squirrels that make dogs wild, but it’s a “thing.” I know no matter HOW many times Duke charges the French doors (to no effect) or how many times he launches himself out the doggy door at such high speeds he’s just a blur., he never gives up. He returns at even higher speeds because he is starting from flat ground, so he’s got some serious oomph. He never catches a squirrel. He never gets CLOSE. He used to bark at the birds, but now — it’s all squirrels all the time. He even has a special bark. I hear it from the other room and I look at Garry and shout ‘SQUIRREL!!” Meanwhile, they ignore him, which I think make him even nuttier.

          Even when the squirrels are just sitting and eating seeds, he starts to quiver.

          He has that extremely (endlessly) high energy and he adores us. In the end, we didn’t really think about another dog. This dog wants us to belong to him. He doesn’t even like it when we pay attention to each other, unless someone else is around to attend to his needs.

          “Mom, sorry, gotta run. There are SQUIRRELS!” and there goes Duke.

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          • I know that feeling…the chemo mush is still making itself felt. 🙂

            We have something similar with pigeons… no squirrels in the garden, but she does like to chase up a good pigeon. they just look at her mostly…

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