You will find dog hair on the floor,
He will alert you’re at the door.
He may request a little pat,
A simple “no” will settle that.
It gripes me when I hear you say
“just how is it you live this way?
He smells, he sheds, he’s in the way….”
WHO ASKED YOU? Is all I can say….
He loves me more than anyone,
My voice is like the rising sun,
He merely has to hear me say
“C’mon Mason, time to play.”
Then his tail wags and his face grins,
He bounces and hops and makes a din.
He never says “no time for you”,
he’s always there, to GO and DO.
And if I’m sad? He’s by my side
And if I’m mad? He circles wide
And if I laugh, he laughs with me
He understands, he always sees.
So once again, I say to you
Come visit me, but know this too….
My dog lives here, he’s here to stay.
You don’t like pets, be on your way.
He shares my home, my food, my space
This is his home, this is his place.