Good Boy!

Good boy!

I can’t play fetch

Or wag my tail

Or bark at the moon

Or flush out a quail 

I can’t scratch my ear

With one of my feet

Or jump up so high

Just for a treat 

I can’t chase my tail

In circles like crazy

Or sleep all day long

A new meaning for lazy 

I can’t crunch a bone

Or gnaw an old shoe

Or constantly find

Something to chew

I can’t swivel my ears 

From the back to the front

Or lead the whole pack

When we’re out on a hunt

I can’t beg for my favorite 

Squeaky rubber ducky

Or drink out of mud puddles

And eat stuff that’s yucky 

No, I don’t profess 

To posses all these skills

But I have a talent....

I know how to lay still

Yes, I take commands

My heart you control

Your wish my command

I do as I’m told

Though not always obedient 

And sometimes annoy

When it’s all said and done with

Who’s your Good Boy?

John Snelling

04:07:20

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