Dexter’s Day: Coming out?
Today, I thunk there is something going on in the Universe:
Mummy says I’m a ‘little Tish’ – or something like that
And I don’t know why!
I’ve only stolen socks and knickers and onions and an orange –
So what’s the harm in that?
I didn’t thunk I was a “Little Tish'” anyway: I thunked I was a Labrador!
Little Tish’s are , well little and cute and furry and fit in handbags….
I CAN climb into Mummy’s bag and steal things
But I’m not supposed to!
Anyway, if I’m going to come out as a Little Tish,
I’m going to tell you a good joke: (And it’s got Big Words!):
Did you hear about the dyslexic insomniac who laid away at night
Wondering if there really was a dog?
There is! It’s MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Am a Dexter dog – and me thunks probably a Big Tish not a Little one!
Wuff and wags