Doesn't my master realize
it's too cold for a trip.
I tell him by pulling hard
on the leash, so he'll slip.
He should know that it's
too cold out for this walk!
Everyone's bundled up so there's
no pretty ladies for him to gawk.
He reads the paper, but my
method causes in me a plight.
Having to dig my nose into
the snow and getting frostbite!
He rubs my feet to warm them up after
busting out laughing at first glance.
Ice and salt got into and froze my pads,
not funny to me at all, this icy dance.
Pictured is how I want to be on cold days,
cozy warm and comfortable; with a Hot Toddy.
Covered, surrounded by cats and laying
nappingly on my soft, "Masters" body!
I just thought of a new way to tell
him these walks, he should scrub.
Then on freezing days we won't have to
go out at all...
I'll leave my duties on his rug!
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Author Notes
Nappingly is intentional!
The dog in the picture is Oliver, I have had him for five years. In the frame is HalfHoff's Basset, Ruby Jane; my sweetheart!
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