The hoover? Damn…

Posted on February 23, 2019 by Sue Vincent

The dog has got me sussed, it seems,
I can get nothing past her…
No matter what approach I try
She’s always thinking faster.

“I’ll hoover in a minute, girl”
‘We’ll see,’ I see her thinking…
Then launches into mad-dog mode
Without so much as blinking.

We spend the next half hour or so
In play and rough and tumble,
“I really must clean up, now girl…”
‘Oh yeah?’ I hear her mumble.

All innocent she drains her bowl
And looks to me for water,
So dutifully I oblige
And fill it as I ought to.

But she, no longer thirsty,
Is now waiting in the hall,
She grins at me pathetically
And offers me her ball..

Another half an hour gone,
The daylight is receding,
Her eyes are wide, her cheeks sucked in…
Okay, it’s time for feeding.

I can’t disturb her as she eats
The housework is still waiting…
She comes to me, all big brown eyes,
For hugs, anticipating.

She takes my sleeve between her teeth,
She knows I can’t resist her…
And knows I’m going nowhere till
We’ve cuddled and I’ve kissed her.

“But now, small dog, I’ve work to do.”
She sighs as if she’s weeping…
But when I get the hoover out,
She all curled up and sleeping!

I can’t disturb her quiet snores
And dreams of chasing rabbits…
She knows exactly how to play
Upon affection’s habits…

It’s small dog, one and hoover, nil
Again, on this occasion.
While I must bow my head in shame…
I lost to pup persuasion.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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62 Responses to The hoover? Damn…

  1. Sadje says:
    February 23, 2019 at 07:07

    Aww, so clever.

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  2. TanGental says:
    February 23, 2019 at 07:25

    another superbly smashing set of stanzas..

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  3. pensitivity101 says:
    February 23, 2019 at 07:39

    Lovely Sue, and I can relate (though replace ‘ball’ with Baby). Hugs to Ani.

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  4. Ritu says:
    February 23, 2019 at 08:24

    These furbabies… They have their cute ways…

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  5. Darlene says:
    February 23, 2019 at 08:28

    What would we do without them, though? The housework can wait.

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  7. jenanita01 says:
    February 23, 2019 at 09:16

    The housework can always wait. The quicker you do it, the sooner it returns…

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  8. Penny Wilson Writes says:
    February 23, 2019 at 10:41

    I love when you write about your pup! This is adorable! ❤

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  9. Gwen Plano says:
    February 23, 2019 at 11:12

    So sweet, Sue. Thank you for this heart-warming morning wakeup! ♥

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  10. Christine Bolton says:
    February 23, 2019 at 12:47

    Oh I can relate too! Lovely poem Sue 🙂

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  11. H.R.R. Gorman says:
    February 23, 2019 at 13:14

    As a pomeranian owner, this ode to furry mischief spoke to my soul

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  12. words4jp says:
    February 23, 2019 at 14:14

    My Issi strategically uses the tum for distraction…..when I start getting ready for work in the morning, she rolls over – legs spread and tum waiting…it gets me every time. How does one explain to the boss they are late due to a tumtum distraction???

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  14. willowdot21 says:
    February 23, 2019 at 15:55

    We all lose to pup persuasion. 💜💜😊

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  15. AJ.Dixon says:
    February 23, 2019 at 20:03

    That made me smile! Outwitted and outmaneuvered at every turn!
    Looks as though you must learn to accept the dust, Sue 😊

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  16. Widdershins says:
    February 23, 2019 at 22:24

    Oh, you pushover, you. 😀

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  17. Marilyn Armstrong says:
    February 24, 2019 at 00:44

    I too have a Mad Dog. He is totally wacko. But he keeps us cursing and laughing.

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  19. Eliza Waters says:
    February 24, 2019 at 03:07

    Ani rules the roost! 😉

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  20. robbiesinspiration says:
    February 24, 2019 at 16:25

    I just love your Ani poems, Sue. She is very winsome so it is no wonder you always lose.

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  21. Janette Bendle says:
    February 24, 2019 at 21:32

    Awwww love that Sue, gorgeous and I get it…

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  22. macjam47 says:
    February 25, 2019 at 14:44

    This is so cute and so cleverly written. I can totally understand. I would succumb to Ani’s wiley ways too. Love and hugs to you and Ani. 💕🤗💕

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  23. patriciaruthsusan says:
    February 26, 2019 at 12:30

    That is really cute, Sue. 😀 — Suzanne

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  24. Dorinda Duclos says:
    March 4, 2019 at 02:59

    Oh yes, they do know how to use their wiles to their advantage! She has your number, Sue, big time!

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