False advertising.

Kibble then kibble
day after miserable day
where's the freakin' bits?

Even I wouldn't eat that.

Leaves tumble down to
neglected jack-o'lantern
squirrel indigestion.

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.