I know the score… I know the signs… there’s no way she’ll decieve me,
She’s running round and packing bags, which means she’s going to leave me.
She wanders way too often for my liking, I must say,
Sometimes she’s hardly here for long before she’s on her way.
“But, girlie, I must go to work, to earn our daily bread.”
I wish that she’d stay home and just play ball with me instead.
“We cannot,” she will frown and say, “do everything we please.
Unless I go to work, there’ll be no tennis balls or cheese.”
Well, okay then, that part I get…I don’t mind telling you
I’ll let her off for working, ’cause it covers chicken too.
But what about the times she loads the bags into the car?
You don’t need tons of suitcases if you’re not going far…
“I never take more than one bag or pack a ton of stuff!”
She interjects and waltzes off, as if she’s in a huff…
To pack another set of bags, so just what is she at?
‘Cause, if she’s only off to work…then I must be a cat!
She stops a while and comes across to snuggle up with me,
She strokes my ears, I sigh and lay my head upon her knee.
My peace will soon be shattered though, my days look awful bleak…
“Don’t worry girlie, I’ll be home in no more than a week.”
Did I just hear the words aright? Did I hear what she said?
A week? A lot can happen then! I might even get dead!
The hoover monster might wake up and chase me down the hall!
The kites might come and get me, or at least my special ball!
“But you’ll be fine,” she laughs at me, “For you can go and stay
With all your favourite doggie friends where you can run and play.”
She doesn’t understand! That’s not the point! No, not at all!
‘Cause none of my four-legged friends can really throw a ball!
“I won’t be long,” she’ll tell me as she’s walking out the door…
I won’t be long? Yeah right…and I have heard that one before!
You know though, there is something worse…and even though she’s mean
I won’t be really happy till she’s back from where she’s been.
Editor’s note: She got chicken as compensation 😉