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 oh 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
Keeping parasites at bay
Or maybe it’s that microchip
They put in him that day
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 fit and primed
More likely, though, he’s laughing that
I clean up what he leaves behind
(published in PuppyCat)
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