I just wanted to sleep last tonight…
The Small Dog stayed up late,
She’s all excited, I can tell,
Just by the prancing gait
And, “Writer, please just come and see…
I’m up at fifty-eight!”
“It’s not the New York Times
Bestseller list,” I try to say.
The Small Dog interrupts me
So I let her have her way…
“I’m beating Hillaire Belloc
and Ted Lear… that’s made my day!”
She’s bouncing with elation,
“I’m an author now,” says she.
“They’re not reading the classics,
Writer dear, they’re reading me!
So would you like my pawtograph?”
She grins with canine glee.
Though fame may well elude me
Till I’m six feet underground,
And I’m okay with knowing that
As on the keys I pound,
I never once imagined
I’d be beaten by a hound.
Doggerel: Life with the Small Dog
Available now in paperback and for Kindle
Ani, the inimitable Small Dog, told of the trials of training her two-legs in ‘Notes from a Small Dog: Four Legs on Two‘. Their poetic adventures continued in ‘Laughter Lines: Life from the Tail End’.
In her latest collection of poems, their daily life together takes centre stage. From the perfidy of humans who insist on bathing dogs, to the unpunctuality of writers at mealtimes, the relationship between two legs and four is explored in verse.
The Small Dog reveals her continuing fascination with chicken, tennis balls and the compulsion to re-write Shakespeare, while exposing her two legs’ misdemeanours to the world.