New York, USA
He looks at me - and quickly bolts
What has he done now?
Maybe he just wants a drink,
Or perhaps a little chow.
He begs for one more cookie
That done, it's time to play
He's running wildly through the house,
Gathering speed along the way.
Suddenly he's at the door
I guess he wants some fresh air,
Now he's grabbed that little brush
He wants me to comb his hair.
What's he doing now, I ask
As he keeps grabbing my hand
Looking at me with those big eyes
I just wish I could understand.
At last he decides to settle down
And curls up at my feet, on the floor
It's then the doorbell always rings
And we start this routine once more.
A hundred pounds of loyalty
Who snorts at times like a hog,
A cherised member of the family
Our clumsy, old big yellow dog.