I Walked The Dogs Poem by Phil Soar

I walked the dogs on a cool late evening in June
I guess they'd rather stay inside the room
Where beds were a more comfortable repose
And they didn't have to use their 'touchy' nose

And as they walked behind me, it got dark
And wandering on, I heard a wheezy bark
Telling me they'd really rather be
Curled up with their mum on the settee

So as we trundled back to whence we came
I felt that our short trip had turned to shame
Why did I wake them up to take them out?
When they were just happy to laze about