There’s muddy pawprints everywhere
Because of all the flooding…
In spite of doing all I can
I’m always traipsing mud in.
She says I’m more important
Than her rug or reputation…
I’m glad of that assurance
Given all the devastation…
She says it’s not my fault
My feet are furry and collect it…
And put a blanket down
Upon my sofa to protect it…
She says she’s glad we’ve just a rug
And hard floors all the rage…
Not wall to wall Axminster
In a dodgy shade of beige.
She says her knees are aching
With the scrubbing she’s being doing…
And that, if I’m not careful,
That I too will need shampooing!
But if she says she’s bathing me
Just ‘cause I brought outside in…
I’ll dig a hole beneath the fence
And find a den to hide in!