DOGGONE PERSONALITY
Ah, Dog! Man's best friend.
He's always there at each day's end.
He has no problem with loyalty.
No matter what, he comes to me.
He can be smart and learn to know
Some words mean stop and some mean go.
He can learn to sit and stay,
To heel, sit-up and beg away.
It matters not if I play the fool
Pretending to own the world's best jewel.
Looking through my dog's two eyes,
I'm a man of gigantic size.
My boss has yelled; my bankbook's dead;
My girlfriend's left; I'm seeing red.
I come home looking for relief,
And give the dog a case of grief.
I could give him one more whack.
He makes excuses for my lack!
Somehow, this doesn't seem just right.
I wonder why he doesn't bite?
If he's really man's best friend,
Perhaps he wouldn't still pretend.
He'd open up his mouth and say,
"I will not take that pain today!"
Sometimes I think I need that more
Than constant greeting at my door
As if I'd never been unkind.
I wish the dog would speak his mind!
©Lynnette Schuepbach, September 28, 1992