
(To the tune of Under My Thumb by the Rolling Stones, 1966)
Under my feet, this little dog gets in the way. Under my feet. Why won’t she get lost when I say? She’s hounding me, while waiting for a crumb to slip, Hounding me, brown eyes entreat. She’s under my feet. Under my feet. She needs a companion to play, furry and sweet, to keep the titch out of my way, not hounding me, watching for a pan to drip. Hounding me, I can’t compete. She’s under my feet.

Under my feet, two little dogs won’t go away. Under my feet. What made me think this was the way? Surrounding me, and if I move, my foot will trip, grounding me. Concede defeat. They’re under my feet.

Absolutely. Our dog always lies in doorways, pushes her way between me and the kitchen cupboard, suddenly moves just as I approach, etc. I loved your song.
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Our old Pickle was no different – just slower to move out of the way, bless her.I
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They are a smashing pair of dogs.
Good use of the song, I can see Mick prancing about singing your version.
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Ruff does a fair bit of prancing and ‘singing’ himself. I’m hoping he’ll quieten down in his second year…
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very clever. I can just hear Mick shouting out the words 🙂
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Glad you liked it. I had the tune as an ear worm one morning while the dogs were trying to trip me in the kitchen.
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our dog is always underfoot when we are in our kitchen as well…
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… just waiting for something to drop!
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exactly 🙂
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Perfect ode to our little shadows… we really don’t deserve them🐾
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The problem comes when I step back to avoid treading on one and the other one’s behind me…
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Oh yes… I’ve been there. In tandem, two can become quite hazardous 😉
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