GOING OUT…by Rufuz,

no, dad, I really don’t want to go out,

but its raining & snowing and sleeting out there,

I like the cold, but this is getting too much to bear,

stop pulling me out the door,

Dad, I don’t want to have to growl,

and I hate to make this much of a rowel,

but how would you like being pushed outside,

when its in you want to be, keeping myself dry.

I don’t mind our walks, and playtime is also fun,

but to just go out on the leash and sit on my bun,

while I get rained upon, would cause me to run,

under the camper, if I could, or under the picnic table,

just bring me in, turn on the tv thing with the cable,

and I can watch my soaps all day while you work,

ain’t I such a doggy type of jerk?

not stupid am I,

I know where to lie,

up in front, to observe my domain,

and watch out for you, when you come home,

hopefully you are in a good mind frame,

or I will be getting dry chunks for my dinner,

no dad I was only kidding, whatever I get is fine,

just remember not to cross that thin line,

and push me out the door, when in my butt, i don’t feel 

                                a bind…

                                                 (Rufuz)

                                                      & ed