I am sick and tired

Of the way that I am treated

My master won’t do nothing

And I really feel defeated

She smacks me on my nose

With her grimy little paws

I swear by dog she did it

And on purpose without cause

Just because I root around

For treats and make her late

The garage is full of choices

That delay her dinner date

If she don’t get her kibble

At the time it’s spose’ to be

I’m the one who has to pay

She takes it out on me

Same thing when were walking

If I’m a little slow

She blasts my face with left hooks

As if that will make me go

You’d think the little fur ball

Would show me some respect

After all I’m 9 years old

But that has no effect

I swear that little pork pie

Is gonna get in the end

That’s no way to treat a Lab

And expect him to be friend