THE SOUND OF HECTOR – HIS FAVOURITE THINGS
Biting the hand, even those that might feed me,
Following not where my master might lead me,
Never retrieving the ball that he flings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Lying on sofas that I’m not supposed to,
Destroying all plant life that I’ve been exposed to,
Rolling in fox poo – it’s scent to me clings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Spending all day having my tummy tickled,
Consuming food, if it’s not yet been pickled,
Barking whenever the doorbell it rings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
My dirty paw prints all over the kitchen,
Using my hind leg to scratch what is itchin’,
Being attended to as should all kings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Zooming round gardens as if I’m delirious,
Staring at folk with a look supercilious,
Making a mess of what the postman brings,
These are a few of my favourite things,
Whining when ignored, when I won’t be muted,
Eating what’s smelly, what’s rotten and putrid,
Crazily jumping as if I’m on springs,
These are a few of my favourite things,
When I’m all wet,
Or at the vet,
And the days are tough,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don’t feel so ruff!
Some more songs inspired by the ‘Sound of Music’, firstly on a medical them:
To read ‘My least favourite things’, click here
To read ‘My most favourite things’, click here
And now two more relating to a holiday in Austria:
To read ‘Salzburg – some favourite things’, click here
To read ‘Mayrhofen – some more favourite things’, click here
And now some more canine inspired attempts at poetry:
To read ‘If…”, click here
To read ‘Ode to a black Labrador’, click here
To read ‘Beware of the Dog’, click here
To read ‘A Farewell to Barnes’, click here
And finally, to read ‘The Hector Chronicles’, click here
Some musings 