Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I am running a bath in the bathroom,
All scented with jasmine and rose…
The dog is now wedged in a corner
And glaring at me down her nose.

‘Cause we went for a walk in the sunshine,
Across fields where the cows go to play…
And although she resisted temptation,
She’s smelled vaguely bovine all day.

I do what I can to placate her…
Reassure her the bathtub is mine…
But until I’m chin-deep in the water,
She is poised between whimper and whine.

I can practically hear what she’s thinking
Though she looks such a mournful wee mite
With the puppy-eyes soft and appealing…
And a tone in her thoughts that could bite:

“I don’t care if you pay me in chicken
Or in cheese, or a nice bit of ham…
Or if you think I smell like a sewer…
I’m canine and don’t give a damn.

“You…