My dog
My dog
I think you think I’m mad
No really I think you do
Well what am I supposed to do
When my dog barks a question at me.
Am I supposed to ignore her
Say good girl and give her a pat
But no, I start a conversation
I swear she understands.
Those chocolate eyes look at me
She knows my every word.
She sniffs my hand and wags her tail
And brings her ball to play.
I think she has me trained
To follow her commands
I know just what she wants
And throw the ball as asked.
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