The Dogs Life. Poem by margaret haig

The dog woke., it was another day,
Out on the farm, playing near they hay;
Chasing with the chooks, with the farmer,
Enjoying to pinch an egg, from the farmers daughter.

The dog then raced to see the ducks in the pond,
He could see the ducklings and mum had a bond;
It was fun, To run round watching the washing on the line,
Thought to grab the washing, and run, but it wasn't fine.


He then decided it was time to have a bite to eat,
So he went to visit the butchers, and steal some meat;
Sam the butcher chased him away, said go home,
You don't steal from me, but maybe you might get a bone.

So he ran home to chew his. Meat, a great treat,
, Saw his little master, ready to give him a bath, twasnt so neat;
He was so dirty, and all so sticky but he didn't like to get wet,
He jumped from the soapy froth, knock the vase, coz he was upset.

He eventually dried so fluffy and needed to rest awhile,
So he ran to the washing basket, and slept on the clean pile;
Dreamt of the day he chased to catch the neighbors cat,
Then ran home to chew up the farmers new cricket bat.

When he woke it was now, past half past two,
Found under him was the daughters half chewed shoe;
He remembered he had to run, to bring home his mate,
So to school he ran, and found billy, under the tree did wait.

After they got back home, it was time to gather the pigs in,
And then they cleaned up the mess on the lawn and into the bin;
Then the dog and billy and Susie, washed up for their tea,
Soon they gathered their bed clothes, and to bed coz all were sleepy.

Yeah.! A dogs life is busy, yet sometimes it's tiring too,
But a dog thats a tinker, can always find things to do;
To us we think they're lazy, and mischievous any day,
But they certainly know how to love, And show in their own way.