Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

My dog is a cheese hound, though chicken attracts her
But show her a tennis ball, nothing distracts her.
She’s partial to cuddles, and happy to nuzzle,
Likes having her ears scratched and strokes on her muzzle,
But soon as the mystical ball is in play
Obsession takes over the rest of her day.
There is but one focus, one point of attention,
Two eyes quite determined, no chance of abstention.
One furry paw raised like a typical setter,
She shares her excitement (you’d think she’d know better)
Her neck is extended, her tail like a compass,
If you take too long she’ll start making a rumpus.
Eyes flick back and forth betwixt you and the ball
As if nothing else matters in her world at all.

She has many balls in the house at this juncture,
Some new ones, some chewed and the one with a puncture,
There’s green…