07/08/2026
Just a tongue in cheek insite into our world!
TheDog Walker’s Life
They see us in the sunshine,
With wagging tails in tow.
“I’d love your job!” they always say…
If only they could know.
They don’t see winter mornings,
When rain soaks through your coat,
Your boots are full of muddy water,
And coffee keeps you afloat.
They don’t smell damp towels drying
On every chair and rail,
Or the van that somehow always smells
Like wet dog, mud… and stale.
Mud is just the beginning.
Some dogs have bigger dreams…
Like rolling in the finest find—
Human poo, it seems!
“We’re not trainers,” so we say,
Yet every single day,
We’re teaching pups good manners
Along the way.
Each dog’s a different character,
From nervous, old, or young.
Some need patience, some need snacks,
Some just need to run.
Then comes the classic moment…
Your whole pack’s on the lead.
An off-lead dog comes charging over—
Exactly what you need!
The leads become a tangled knot,
You’re smiling through the stress,
While hoping both the dogs and owner
Cause the smallest mess.
Clients often message,
“Just one little favour… please?”
Usually at the last minute,
As if time grows on trees.
Holidays? We need them.
But every walker knows,
The guilt of taking time away
Never really goes.
And just when life feels perfect,
The dogs are calm, skies blue…
The van decides today’s the day
It’s finally had enough of you.
Then summer brings the Facebook experts,
Ready to have their say,
As though we haven’t spent our lives
Keeping dogs safe every day.
And every single afternoon,
Without fail, on cue…
“Wow… you’ve got your hands full!”
Yes… that’s certainly true.
If we’re poorly, we still turn up.
Bills don’t pay themselves.
Those wagging tails still need their walks,
So we dig deep ourselves.
It’s muddy boots and soggy socks,
Hair on every seat.
Broken vans and endless towels,
Yet every wag’s a treat.
So here’s to all the dog walkers,
The old guard through and through.
We wouldn’t swap this crazy life…
…though a dry towel would be nice, too.