I know this poem is one day late but I thought that it would be quite fun to do anyway!
“I have not posted about Wedgy for a while but the truth is, he is fine.
He doesnt jump up as much and he doesn’t really wine
He no longer wees on the floor and that is really great
He is just as cute, but would be cuter if he had a mate
He is getting bigger and therefore harder to ignore.
We regulally trip over him when he is lying on the floor
He knows that if he barks that he will get a treat
Such a clever dog, he will always take a seat
We wouldn’t want him any other way
And as far as you can tell
I am not actally a poet
But I have done pretty well!”