Category Archives: Humour

The Small Dog and the Hoover-Monster

Posted on July 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She says that I am an unfortunate pup, I shed loads of hair that she has to clean up; When it’s summer the finest fur next to my skin Makes its way to the floor so my top coat is … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s Complaint…

Posted on July 23, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear writer… * I know you’ve only got two legs And elephants have four, But honestly, you sound like one When walking ‘cross the floor. * It’s every night; I go to bed And settle down to sleep, You stumble … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s moral judgement…

Posted on May 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

My two-legs came home soggy though it’s pretty hot outside. She must have gotten really wet or else she would have dried. I asked her what had happened to land her in such a state… “A fish!” she said… I … Continue reading →

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George and the Dragon

Posted on May 22, 2020 by Sue Vincent

One from the archives…what really happened when George met the dragon… “Nah, sithee,” said Granny, “Just set thee dahn ‘ere, An’ I’ll tell thee a tale old and true, Of ‘ow good Saint George slew a dragon one day An’ … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog on Dieting

Posted on May 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She doesn’t feed me. Not at all. I’m getting so much thinner. In fact (apart from several treats) I’ve not been fed since dinner! I speak your language pretty well, There’s ‘breakfast’, ‘lunch’ and ‘tea’… ‘Elevenses’ and ‘supper’ too, So … Continue reading →

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A garden ever green – A visit to Haddon Hall

Posted on May 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

It was the morning after the Riddles of the Night* workshop that I have shared again recently. We wandered out into the landscape. Although the workshop was over, apparently, the work begun on the weekend was only just beginning…  Parts … Continue reading →

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On the eve of Beltane…

Posted on April 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

It is Beltane Eve and, every year, the same few things come back to me… There is the battle between the Winter King and the Summer King that I loved as a child, from William Croft Dickinson’s Borrobil, the number … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog’s Remedy for Isolation Blues…

Posted on April 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

She says that it’s typical that I’ve stopped moulting, No furballs and hair rolling black and revolting Across her clean floors, floating into her dinner, I thought she’d be pleased, being onto a winner. She says it’s not fair that … Continue reading →

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Mixed messages…

Posted on April 24, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“… so older people are more at risk?” I could see the wheels turning. “How old are you now?” I told him. His eyes widened. “When did that happen?” I mentioned birthdays and their usual function of adding a year … Continue reading →

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The Small Dog on Guard…

Posted on April 23, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I live with a cow-field just over the fence, For a guard-dog that’s really no joke, ‘Cause a cow is a curious beastie, you see, And they all have a thing about looking at me And their heads through my … Continue reading →

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