It was so easy, our smart’ little’ pup
Knew to go out, I didn’t have to get up
He was house broken,.in no time,at all
To the side of the house, in the back, by the wall
We bragged of his brilliance, to all who would listen
Till I stepped on the carpet and my bare foot did glisten
I guess to a pup built close to the ground
The grass and the shag have a similar sound
Both tickle his tummy as he walks on his way
To do the job he has to each day
We are patient and loving, not the kind prone to yell
He’s now seven and learning, but not very well
As he heads toward the door looking confused
We race to encourage him, the outside to use
One thing’s for certain about the brain of a pup
When a thought is put in there, it’s hard to give up
Carol Tanko