Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

The dog has gone to bed in deep disgust at my defection
The sofa cushions moulded to ensure her night’s protection,
She didn’t get her walk tonight, the sun went down without her
As my attention lay elsewhere on stuff that’s not about her.
We’d walked the fields this afternoon so don’t think she’s hard done by
The small dog has her methods; my attention’s easy come by…
She simply looks pathetic and then offers me a ball
Or does the pleading dance and brings her leash in from the hall.
Tonight, though, I had Stuff to do that needed every minute
And though she gave the game her best for once she didn’t win it.
Somehow it seems she understood and let me get down to it
Without distracting tennis balls perhaps she knew I’d do it.
Tomorrow though of course we know will be another day
And she’ll…