Because I don't have thumbs.

Perfect symmetry
five, then seven, then five more
hard to count on paws.

Galoshes? I don't need no stinking galoshes.

Rain drip drops outside
I dream of sun, softly snore
Well, not that softly.

Manners.

Respectfulness is

blowing spit bubbles instead

of stealing your pie.

To be honest, it's a poor choice.

You know the cliche

dogs and slippers and all that

but they taste like feet.

 

Glove? What glove?

I am not sure why

everything gets blamed on me

I am a good dog.

Teenagers.

 

Sometimes it's better

to hold them down and feign sleep

they grow up too fast.

An unrecognized threat.

When people are gone

Pillows escape and fly off

Good thing I was here.

I am not sure why you are putting all your stuff in the car. But I am damned sure I don't like it.

The last time you left

it was forever - a week.

No one heard my snores.