One thing they’ve not caught onto yet,
Is I’m more than just their little pet.
Not just a residual
A real individual
That, they’d do well not to forget.
When I signalled that I needed water
I was led like a lamb to the slaughter
I thought it looked queer:
It was filled up with beer.
That’s not showing respect like they ought to.
“Just a dog,” they all say, and they’re right.
“Oh so pretty, and such a delight.”
But to mess with my drink
Will drive me to the brink
From where I may give you a fright
Though his temperament’s pleasantly mild
And he loves you just like your own child
Twould be very short-sighted
Were his love unrequited
He’d feel riled, reviled, defiled and wild.
There’s a moral to this tale, you know:
Take your dog with you where ere you go
But take care of his need
For clean water and feed
Or you’ll find yourself thinking, “Oh, no!”
I wrote this in response to Kreative Kue 139, issued on this site earlier this week. Feel free to join in; just follow the link.