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 ones, but mostly they’re luminous yellow
And heaven forfend should you throw the wrong fellow!
She’ll just sit and look at you full of reproaches
And watch your discomforture as guilt approaches…
You’ve done with explaining they all look the same,
Identification is part of her game.
She doesn’t quite get it that your paltry senses
Mean any old ball can get past your defences;
You can’t make the right choice and she gets frustrated
You’ve throw every one and she’s waited and waited…
Then goes straight towards the correct ball at once
While you feel confused and a bit of a dunce,
For to her the right ball shines as bright as the sun…
Though so many she has… there can be only one.
P.S. You can buy Ani’s books on Amazon worldwide, in paperback and for Kindle, and help her purchase the automatic tennis ball launcher of her dreams: Laughter Lines: Life from the Tail End, is a collection of amusing verse and in Notes From a Small Dog; Four Legs on Two Ani offers her own unique view of the world and the vagaries of its human inhabitants.