It’s not how I imagined:
Being married to a dog,
Until we’re at the pub.
My Mother was the first to warn
That instinct controls the heart.
I really should have listened,
But, once together, hard to part.
It’s true you never take me out
And we dine in front of TV
I guess it’s better than being alone
Nobody to comfort me.
And though I do enjoy our walks
You never have much to say,
Sometimes I feel like your keeper
A distraction from your play.
And it’s true, that while I’m at work,
What you do, I never know;
I suppose I should be grateful that –
On return – you don’t want me to go.
And I know that our happiest times
Are when you and I have food;
We’re still better off than my best friend
Whose husband she calls a fool!
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