For those little dogs out there, (cats exempted, they have the knack of disappear when danger is near), be advices that life is not what daily appears.
After sunny days of love...here comes the storm!

I don’t see your mutt running to greet
after you had a bad day on your job,
and a ride from hell on the highway
because of schmucks that cut in front.

A cold beer on arrival, without no shoes,
with wife and kids going on mute mode,
rest and peace is the primary wishing,
not a visit from your mother’n-law.

Being so clever, yes, all of them are,
he anticipates, your beloved dog,
that you gonna hit the mother ceiling
after coming through that door.

So, he respectfully makes his retreat
because here will be flying a few shoes,
no way to get a smiling for a wagging,
better to be scarce, life ain’t that long.

Run little dog…run,
and for heaven sake, duck!!!