Midge my dog was whining,
I'm wondering what for.
She's not long had her dinner,
Is she now wanting more?
Perhaps she wants to toilet,
I open up the door.
She just sits and stares at me.
The rain begins to pour.
We're staring at each other now,
Trying to understand,
What the others asking for,
What do they demand.
Finally I get it
It's as I might have guessed,
It isn't Midge that whines at all,
It's me,.... my flipping chest!
Ah bless you Don. Xxxx
Ahh thats a good rhyme. Lovely little dog.
Hope for both your sakes that your whining chest has calmed down! I also hope the rain has stopped. Midge is such a lovely dog and obviously looks after you well xx
Just what was needed by me to cheer me up ! That whining noise must be catching Don... what a cute little face Midge has too .. looking forward to your next instalment 🐕🐶😄take care Mel x
Excellent poem, but ugh a nuisance for you Don.
Oh bless x
You make me smile.
Fabulous don. Stay upright and bright. Jane
Oh Don! I can just imagine it - each wondering why the other is whining!! Great poem again and always to the point. Keep well. xx Moy
Oh don, that was so good. Feel like that myself at the moment x
Brilliant as ever Don ! Sheila xx
10/10 for observation. 
love it thank you xxx
Those eyes would get more treats than she could handle. Helps removing the whine, eh?
Midge.
