TRAINED…by Rufuz
My water bowl refilled with fresh,
Freezing cold water what I love,
The living room couch the place I sleep,
It seems to fit me quite nicely just like a warm glove…
I go to the door and shake my tags,
They make just the right noise,
So he does not in any way lag,
Outside I do go, on my leash,
A biscuit I do get out of the bag…
I lay my head on his bended knee,
He scratches my chin immediately,
No need for me to even in any way plea,
And so he “thinks”, the one trained is me…
Dinner I do get when it is time,
Don’t like the dry all the time,
Want the kibbles & bits from the can,
I don’t eat the dry; he gets me the good stuff,
That being all along my plan…
If I don’t get what I want,
I lie on the couch and whine,
Funny how then he even offers me wine,
Learned I did guilt trips from grand mom,
I am not the one who is trained here,
Dad being quite trainable, that is altogether clear…
© Rufuz 10.9.2004 [ & ed ]
Obviously, Dad's already very good at sitting up and begging... got that one covered, didn't you? You're no fool... say, would you please tell your Dad, for me, that I think he's just swell! thanks, pardner..
(Blanca and Turbo down there appear to be right on your wavelength... keep 'em guessin', ol boy!) hehe... katy xox.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Turbo and Blanca
You lucky DOG!!
Love Tinka