The big black dog he wasn’t there

by Jem Croucher

The big black dog he wasn’t there
this second Friday evening
but I wasn’t all that bothered
(it was actually quite relieving)
For it meant of course that all this space
was mine to run around
have a sniff, enjoy myself
my field on Sussex ground

And the black dog with the longer legs
wasn’t there so I
had the place all to myself
to spend this hour by
It was again a freedom
that my two humans give
every Friday evening for
this little chap to live

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[Every Friday evening my humans take me (Obi Wan Kinobi) to a three-acre dog-friendly field for an hour of unbridled freedom. A couple of weeks back though, they unwisely thought it was good idea for me to meet their daughter’s dog (Wolfgang Amadeus). We knew it wasn’t so I was really pleased to have the place to myself again. Wolfgang – a Patterdale Terrier – is big and black and has long legs. I’m a brown Jack Russell/Dachshund cross with short legs].

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