8 Dec 2025
It’s now a week since Christmas and I’m really feeling fine,
I’m tired but quite contented from the fun that has been mine.
Day one was full of laughter, cuddles and great play,
“Look here’s our lovely puppy”, is what they’d proudly say.
They took me to the park for a lovely run around
And showed me to their friends, and friends they did abound.
It’s two weeks now since Christmas and I suppose I am all right,
But I’d love to go out walking and I’m lonely too at night,
They’re too busy now to pat me and the park’s too far away,
Life’s not the same and that’s for sure as it was on Christmas Day.
I used to sleep so cosily at the bottom of the bed,
But now my lonely nights are spent out in the garden shed.
It’s now a month since Christmas, I have no wish to complain,
O, how much worse it could be out there in the rain,
But there’s no one now to comfort me as I lie there in the dark
And, o, they get so angry if at times I chance to bark.
Ah, now and then I feel quite sad and I can’t quite understand
What changed so much in my new home, where life was really grand.
It’s two months now since Christmas and things are looking bleak,
They now say I’m naughty if I play or accidentally leak,
They now no longer want me, yes they no longer care,
They think me just a nuisance and wish I wasn’t there.
I’m off, I hear, to rescue or the dog place in the sky,
Folk should think long and hard before a puppy they might buy.
G.R.