Dexter’s Day: A Serious Chat!
I might be a puppy
But I think a whole lot about stuff:
mainly stuff to eat
or stuff to destroy
or stuff to chase –
But stuff all the same.
I don’t understand the need of humans
To tidy up all of the time:
I LIKE the floor covered in toys and bits
and hazards and slippy things.
Why clean up food from plates
Hiding them in the noisy, bad tempered machine?
Just give the plates to me:
I’ll lick them clean
And save the water!
Speaking of water,
What’s the point of lying in it,
Filled with bubbles
When you get out and I cover you in mud?
It doesn’t make sense!
Then you tell me off for making a noise
Before speaking on the little machines
AND turning the TV up at the same time.
It’s just not right….
But you humans walk on two legs
Though you have four limbs
So I shouldn’t be surprised by you!
I still love my Mummy and Daddy
And my people
And the cats
And food –
I LOVE food!
Wuff and wags