If the dog had more turkey this Christmas than me
Then that, she informs me, is how it should be;
While I can have chocolate, mince pies and cake,
(And any more naughtiness that I can bake)
She’s not allowed half the best of the stuff,
Which, as a deal, she considers quite tough.
“I, O great writer,” I heard the dog quote,
(As she choked on the sarcasm stuck in her throat)
“Am also omnivorous, rather like you,
It is only fair I have something to chew.”
And she sucked in her cheeks, looking all starved and thin,
Knowing only too well that I always give in.
She turned up her nose at a nice Brussels sprout,
(Though she licked off the gravy and pushed it about)
But she seemed to approve of the crisp Yorkshire pud,
‘Cause it went down so fast that it had to be good.
But it wasn’t the grail at the end of her quest,
“Get with it, O writer, and serve up the rest.”
She watched every sliver and morsel I carved
Determined the portions should fairly be halved,
Though her maths are not good and in her mind at least
Means a quarter for me and the rest for the beast.
“I’ll have some of that bacon, a sausage or two,
That should be me sorted… now how about you?”
I turn from the counter to get out my plate…
Realise my mistake… but by then it’s too late,
She’s wolfed down her own and my Boxing Day dinner
Was neatly disposed of and vanished within her!
She is licking her lips as she heads for the table
And dives underneath just as fast as she’s able.
It doesn’t take long though before she comes out
To investigate what the laughter’s about;
Fearing no retribution, she prances with cheek
Having eaten my meals for the rest of the week.
I still had the last of the nice Christmas pud…
“Are you making custard?” says she. “Custard’s good….”
“Now small dog, I ask you, is this really wise?
You won’t be so small in a heavier size.
I have not overeaten this Christmas at all
And I’ve worked off the cake playing fetch with the ball,
You’re not allowed raisins, the custard is mine.”
The small dog just laughed and said, “Have some more wine.”
“Now let me explain,” she said, “O writer dear;
It’s all about sharing at this time of year.
We’ve just shared the turkey,” (I said not a word),
“And given a good resting place to the bird.
If you don’t share custard, I’ll really be hurt,”
She grinned and continued, “Call it ‘just dessert’.”
And so we had custard the small dog and I,
And she had the top off the final mince pie
Then she made puppy eyes, and I answered her pleas
To finish her meal with a morsel of cheese.
And then I got cuddles, so how can I moan?
It’s better to share than be dining alone.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Spoiled girl! 😉
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She’s worth it 🙂
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Loved it! 🙂 PS. Once again, I still haven’t been receiving your posts, so I followed again. Now I hope I won’t get duplicates . . . .Wordpress! LOL 🙂
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Thanks, Debby… wonder what WP are playing at this time? x
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It’s a mystery! 🙂
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no doubt all will be revealed… to a chorus of despairing sighs… 🙂
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Lol, true 😦
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astounding post, Sue… sign of the year to come?
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You mean she’ll eat me out of house and home? Probably ;)x
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
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Thank you! x
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Just one word, Sue……Awwwwww. ☺
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And one in reply… Hrmph 😉
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Such a good poem. Well done Ani
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Aw thanks Mylo and friend 😉
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It seems food is canine poetry. One can never get enough.
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The small dog seems to delight in both 😉
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Ani is such a cutie, I doubt I could get angry with her, even if she did wolf down most of my Christmas dinner when I wasn’t looking. Unlike her, though, I would never turn my nose up at a nice Brussels sprout. I love them, with or without gravy.
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I can’t either… which she takes full advantage of. Though I too love Brussels so I was a little put out that she’d wasted one!
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Yep, sounds like she has you wrapped around her little… eh… toe.
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Oh she does. No doubt at all…
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This was so funny. I am glad you BOTH enjoyed your dinner! 🙂
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Delicious!
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Ani appeared to think so, Lizl 😉
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No wonder you were happy to lend Ani to me to finish off my leftovers… she is canine Dyson.. lovely girl.. XX
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Dyson has nothing on Ani 😉 She does a far more thorough job 🙂 xx
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She is such a talented mooch. I couldn’t resist her either!
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It really is impossible 😉
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I just read this to my Baron der Hunter (German Shepherd) and Artie (Terrier-X), and they listened intensely, surely understanding each word . . . and so tonight, AGAIN, they will have some left over Turkey!
THANK YOU SUE!
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Happy new year to you and your friends, Michael 🙂
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I could almost taste that turkey before Ani did. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a whole baked and basted turkey. Cute piece. 🙂 — Suzanne
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There’s something about that golden dome that just says ‘childhood’ and ‘Christmas’, isn’t there?
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Awww just beautiful, Sue and Ani. You never fail to make me smile. 🙂 🙃
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I’m glad of that, Darren… such words are a gift in themselves 🙂
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