Sleeping there upon the couch
Where he’s not supposed to be
My dog is stalking dreamland
His movements say to me
He could be chasing kitty cats
Protecting our back yard
Or maybe it’s the brand new trick
That he’s worked on so hard
The growls suggest intruders
He can tell them by their knocks
Or maybe it’s the postman
Doing evil with our box
It could be his new flea collar
Meaning he will not get dipped
Or maybe an ID tag
In his neck that’s getting chipped
Perhaps it’s the neighbor’s poodle
And he’s dreaming of romance
But she recently got spayed
So he hasn’t got a chance
It could be his brand new dog food
Keeping him worm-free and trim
More likely, though, he’s laughing that
I clean up after him
(published in PuppyCat)
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