There’s a biting cold wind and the sky looks like snow,
So she’s snuggled in front of the fire.
I see no fun in sitting,
Or listening to songs from a choir
With a tap on the door I ask to go out.
She slowly gets up and obliges,
Goes back to her seat,
And the heat,
Which to me no surprise is (tricky rhyme, that )
I tap straight away, as though to come in,
With a sigh, she rises once more,
Opens the door,
Says, “Come in!”
I run off a smidgen and then – - -
She closes the door, goes back to her book and I
Repeat – the – whole – process again
Looking as keen as I can, with purpose and vim,
I stare at a toy, then the distance.
She’s weakening, I know – it’s beginning to show,
It’s working, you know – my persistence
She’s now by my side, though it’s taken a while,
To drag her away from the fire.
The garden’s more fun,
Come rain, snow or sun,
We play till the pair of us tire
We play and we train and we train and we play,
It’s all much the same – interaction!
I’m a demanding young hound,
But all that I ask,
Is to be with my people and ACTION!