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<\/p>\nPeanut is a mini-pooch – in fact she\u2019s microscopic
\nA fluffy little bundle and an energising topic
\nYou have to toss a titbit so you know which end is which
\nAs she swings her hips towards you, you can tell she\u2019s quite a bitch!
\nYou can\u2019t escape her welcome when you visit her at home
\nShe makes a pandemonium though she\u2019s just a little gnome
\nHer orchestrated tactic is contrived to make you frightened
\nSo, bend and stroke her gently just to show that you’re enlightened
\nYou\u2019re not intimidated by this tiny piece of fluff
\nBut her bark could make you yearn for ears of really stronger stuff
\nA piercing high-pitched opera she performs without compunction
\nRevealing healthy lungs that are well-trained for such a function
\nWhen you get inside the house just try to step straight on the floor
\nAnd not on top of Peanut, and don\u2019t jam her in the door
\nFor Peanut\u2019s very lively and just when you least expect it
\nShe makes a change of course and it is too late to deflect it
\nYou\u2019ve got inside; you\u2019ve shut the door and Peanut\u2019s still intact
\nYou start to climb the stairs, but then you catch her in the act
\nShe squats down on the carpet, stares you squarely in the eye
\nAnd all the time she\u2019s peeing to deliberately defy
\nYou duly reprimand this charismatic little doggy
\nBut your efforts are quite futile since the carpet is quite soggy
\nYou pick her up and caution her and walk towards the door
\nTo let her finish off outside before she does some more
\nYou have to put her lead on and make sure it\u2018s well adjusted
\nBut the little sweetheart’s frisky and the collar\u2019s almost busted
\nShe turns around a hundred times and makes it very tricky
\nYou finally get it on and find your hands are kind of sticky
\nShe\u2019s won the day and you’re aware you have a sodden hand
\nYou could walk her till she drops but she won\u2019t pinkle on command
\nHardly out the door and she takes off like greased lightning
\nWith you just hanging on behind \u2013 the pace is rather frightening
\nHer tongue hangs out, the ears fly back, she\u2019s charging like a hound
\nJust to the nearest lamppost where she sharply buckles down
\nYou grind to a swift halt and nearly fracture your big toe
\nWhile Madame starts to sniff as if she\u2019s found some diamonds grow
\nExcitement mounts the tail goes round and spins off like a top
\nShe\u2019s so worked up just sniffing there, you think she\u2019s going to pop
\nAs if she\u2019d found a sausage and not eaten for three weeks
\nWhereby it\u2019s other doggies who\u2019ve been having daily leaks
\nIt\u2019s hard for us to picture what\u2019s so rousing for a bitch
\nTo sniff around the toilet of her lover\u2019s favourite pitch
\nYou try to yank her off and get her further down the street
\nBut Peanut’s most reluctant ‘cos she\u2019s on her doggy beat
\nShe spies a massive bulldog roaming further down the block
\nAnd takes off like a rocket, running utterly amok
\nShe\u2019s not exactly bashful as she storms him in her zone
\nAnd doesn’t comprehend that she is only semi-grown
\nShe yaps and whines and challenges this hunk of canine muscle
\nBut Bonzo\u2019s not amused, he simply doesn\u2019t need the hustle
\nHe’s had enough and gives this chick the typical cold shoulder
\nSo she takes off with all haste behind a well-located boulder
\nYou follow her around and find her squatting on the ground
\nAnd judging by the looks of it she\u2019s made a little mound
\nWith business now concluded, you can go back to the house
\nBut not before she\u2019s once again expressed a deafening grouse
\nOnce more unto the lamppost, she charges with all haste
\nShe visibly appreciates the thrill of being chased
\nYou can\u2019t believe your luck in having such an agile friend
\nAnd steer her firmly homeward to prevent a sticky end
\nSafely in the building with the door completely closed
\nShe bounds right up the stairs and waits as if she were transposed
\nShe suddenly feels hungry and would like to have her dinner
\nYou\u2019re happy to oblige, as it appears she\u2019s getting thinner
\nYou open up her menu and you tip it on her plate
\nBut Madame is most choosy and begins a loud debate
\nYou summon her to eat but she is not inclined to come
\nAnd settles on the sofa like a diva looking glum
\nYou call until you\u2019re hoarse but she is bent on being distant
\nAnd anything you do is sure to make her more resistant
\nYou walk away and treat it just as though it didn\u2019t matter
\nAnd retreat into the kitchen to create a lot of clatter
\nShe\u2019s quite prepared for battle and can wait a while for you
\nBy which time her fresh dinner will have died a death or two
\nQuite suddenly she livens up and nose-dives to the floor
\nTo dash towards the balcony and scratch at the glass door
\nWilling to accommodate her innocent desire
\nYou let her out to watch the world and see what may transpire
\nYou go and fix a drink and when you next look around
\nA pile of flowering plants lie beheaded on the ground
\nWith horror, you determine that Peanut has been gardening
\nYou can\u2019t avoid the feeling your soft heart is slowly hardening
\nYou pull her in and shut the door, preventing more destruction
\nAnd realise she\u2019s choking up because of some obstruction
\nYour little charge is throwing up in various little places
\nAs effects of vegi food convert the floor to profiled spaces
\nAs soon as you clear one big mess she runs to start the next
\nThe output is quite awesome in your frantic cleaning quest
\nThe carpet is transfigured to a novel new design
\nYour vocation as dog-sitter doesn\u2019t make you feel benign
\nThis seems to be the act of some deliberate insurgent
\nAs the carpet will now challenge the most excellent detergent
\nAt some specific moment, you may ask yourself in vain
\nWhat this six-pound little bundle is attempting to attain
\nYou sit down to recover from your momentary frustration
\nThen realise someone\u2019s licking your big toe in adoration
\nTwo little eyes gaze up at you \u2013 head tilted to the right
\nTrying to inform you that her bark\u2019s worse than her bite
\nTo reinforce her case, she starts to wag her fluffy tail
\nAnd jumps up on your lap to show her feelings in full sail
\nYou take her in your arms and indeed you realise
\nA world of love expressed in those tender little eyes
\nYou\u2019ve bonded with our Peanut in a magical display
\nAnd despite her little frolics she\u2019s the sunshine of your day!<\/p>\n
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Photo: Unsplash \/ Dushyant Kumar<\/p>\n
Copyright: Rosemary McGuire<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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