A Poem for my Gran

My Gran is in Australia
I miss her every day
She used to throw my ball for me
For hours and hours we’d play

She went there for the winter
In Scotland it gets cold
She’s coming home in May though
At least that’s what I am told

I really love my Mums a lot
But my Gran is my Best Buddy
We spend all of our time together
She wouldn’t care if I got muddy

She feeds me more than I should have
And sometimes I get fat
But she just thinks I’m cuddly
There’s nothing wrong with that!

I sometimes go in to her room
And have a sniff around
It’s like she still is in there
But doesn’t make a sound

My Mums neglect the garden
It’s mossy and there’s weeds
They forget to feed the birds as well
All they’ve got is mouldy seeds

They take me to the office
In the morning I’m always ready
People come in and speak to me
I show them all my Teddy

When Mum goes to the bank each day
I get to go on my lead
I get lots of attention from the staff
But they never have any feed

I miss the hours of football
My Gran and I used to play
I love her and I just can’t wait
Til she comes home in May

T'was the night before Christmas....

T’was the night before Christmas and by the light of a lamp
Not a creature was stirring but for one wide awake Scamp
He had hung up his stocking on the banister rail
When all of a sudden what was that he could smell

Was it a pack of Schmackos or a pigs ear
No wait, could it be what he had wanted all year
He carefully made his way from his bed
With the anticipation of what lay ahead

Along the hallway he tipped on his toes
Into the lounge following his nose
Much to his amazement standing there by the tree
Could it be Santa that’s looking at Me

Hello there young Scamp, Santa did say
I have brought you some pressies for Christmas Day
Have you been a good boy and looked after your Mums
And given some bones to your Dogster chums

Yes Sir, said Scamp, I’ve been a good boy
Please tell me Santa, did you bring me a toy
Off back to bed Scamp, now you must go
And then in the morning, my boy you will know

Back on his toes he tipped to his bed
Curled up in a ball and lay down his head
As he dozed off, his heart filled with cheer
Knowing that Christmas would soon be here

His thoughts turned to family and his Gran that he misses
And hoped there will be lots of mistletoe kisses
He whispered so quietly with his eyes shut tight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night

Life is just great!

Well, I thought I would write my first diary entry, as my Step-brother Snozzle has, and I don't like him having anything that I don't.

Today I played with my ball....all day. I spent my entire day taking one of my balls to my Gran (she lives with us in a granny flat thingy) for her to throw it for me. If she is reading her book and forgets about me, I just put my ball in her lap, and it's all soggy, so that makes her throw it for me. I've got my gran wrapped round my dew claw, and she spoils me rotten. I have basically moved into her granny flat thingy, and it's dead cozy in there and it's just us, and I get all the attention as Snozzle doesn't come in there much, well, not at night-time anyway, when our Mums get home.

So, yeh, anyway, I played with my ball, lay in the sun, ate and drank and made sure Snozzle didn't get near my Gran for snuggles. I have sure earned my keep today I'd say.

Sexy Scamp