DOGS HOLIDAYING IN CORNWALL...

Dogs & Dogs & Dogs On Holiday…

Why?

Dogs are in some restaurants,

Dogs are guests in hotel rooms;

Dogs are held on leads in pubs and shops:

Dogs are on holiday, one assumes…

Dogs rampage across beaches,

Dogs off the leash and barking;

Dogs chase other people’s dogs,

Dogs pee for territory marking…

Dogs’ rights are those of people,

Dogs are surely an intrusion;

Dogs frustrate my seaside holidays,

Dogs have now been granted inclusion…

Dogs’ faeces in the sand dunes,

Dogs’ owners caring not a bit;

Dogs rub their arses in the soft sand,

Dogs’ owners bag up all the shit… 

The Mowdog…

January 2016

I just wish I could stay somewhere, eat somewhere, kick a ball on a beach somewhere, walk on dunes somewhere, or in seaside villages somewhere, without a dog barking in the next room,  panting under a nearby table, chasing after my ball, crapping on paths, or licking my arm, leg, or camera lens in a narrow Padstow, or St Ives shopping street. 

Dogs like me.

I had two dogs: Chico and Pepsi (pictured) and I never ever took them on holiday…