Brunch with the Small Dog

Posted on February 1, 2021 by Sue Vincent

Me and the dog had a sandwich for brunch

(Well, for me it was breakfast, for her it was lunch.)

She follows me into the kitchen like glue

Just in case I might rustle up something to chew.

You don’t eat alone with a small dog in tow

And if you forget she will whine so you know

That she’s starving to death, hasn’t eaten in weeks…

Just so you’ll believe her she’ll suck in her cheeks

And manages somehow to look so pathetic,

With puppy-dog eyes that are purely cosmetic,

That there’s no way you’re eating that sandwich alone

Not unless in your breast beats a heart made of stone.

Continue reading at The Small Dog’s Blog

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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13 Responses to Brunch with the Small Dog

  1. Sadje says:
    February 1, 2021 at 06:27

    Aww, what an adorable and sweet poem. The little dog is doing her duty. 😍

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  3. Daniel Kemp says:
    February 1, 2021 at 08:00

    Quite brilliant

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  4. beth says:
    February 1, 2021 at 08:40

    brunch mates!

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  5. restlessjo says:
    February 1, 2021 at 09:55

    That is one sweet face! 🙂 🙂

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