The adventures of Sherlock Bones

You'll find him at number 48,
It has no drive or fancy gate.
But this is the place he now calls home,
That mischief maker Sherlock Bones.

He eats like a horse, he snores when he sleeps,

He has just learnt how his chew toy squeaks.

He is partial to phones, (not to selfie just chew),
And he loves his frisbee which he brings back to you.

Our garden Dinosaur did not get a greeting,
Yet my chicken doorstop took a comical beating.
He's perfected that 'love me' doe eyed puppy look,
As you remove a now tatty School library book!

We've more stair gates now than from toddler years,
It feels like a budget version of  'The Crystal Maze' living here.
And as for the cat?  the battle lines have been drawn,
"You keep the bed" te dog said "and I shall wee on the lawn."

The grass now has holes which he proudly has dug,

He's digested at least a third of the rug.

He attacks the cushions when he thinks you're not looking,

And has twigged what it means when someone is cooking!

My shoe now appear to be more flop than flip,

And although puppy class training has taught him to sit

The more useful command we should work on I believe,

Is probably (undoubtably)  "Sherlock now leave!"

He is 'Barky McBark Pants' when the doorbell goes,

How can someone so small be so loud? Who knows.

He loves to go out and the attention he gets,

Especially from the nurses when he nips to the vets.

But there's one person his tail wags for more than any other,

And that is for his very special big brother.

Sherlock follows him round as if on invisible thread,

Sneaking on his lap as a comfy bed.

I have to admit my heart wobbles like jelly,

When you hear the laughter roll out from the boys belly,

As Sherlock jumps and rolls and bounds and runs,

Evenings together filled with 'togetherness' fun.

And the best bit of all, is that right from the start,

Your nuzzles and snuffles started mending my heart.

Your big fluffy paws gently pieced it back together,

Your love is a gift I will treasure forever.

The wait's nearly over, the lead's by the door,

Your first walk eagerly awaits and many thousands more.

So here's to mischief and muddy walks our dear Mr Bones,

And thank you for bringing Team Kitchen back home.