Diary Of A Dog Poem by Della Perry

Monday;
Woof, woof, keep reading it gets better!
How dare that man keep putting his rubbish through the letterbox.
I tried really hard to bite his fingers but he's too fast. Maybe tomorrow!
Tuesday;
Walkies, walkies! Why do the persist in talking to me like I'm a puppy? I'm three years old now, honestly! Wearing the collar and lead, where do they think I'm going to run off too? China.
Wednesday;
I'm so sick of eating 'chum', they're eating chicken tonight, but I've got 'original' instead, whoever named it never tasted it, there's nothing original about that slop!
Thursday; or thirst-day!
Water, water, water! Is this all I've got to drink, honestly?
Why couldn't I have been adopted by a posh family, like those Housewives of Beverly Hills?
Friday;
If I have to fetch that ball one more time I'm going to howl!
Saturday;
They called me a 'Mutt' today, cheek of it, I tell you I am a pedigree! My mother was a pedigree Alsation and my father a pedigree Bull Terrier - it was love at first bite!
Sunday;
They are all laying in bed! Thank goodness I am sick of looking after these lot!