27 October 2012
I've taught my dog another glorious trick, he now cleans and tidy's my room He licks the sides nice and clean and he can also use a broom He's handy with a hoover and he knows how to make my bed He's the bestest dog in the world, it has just got to be said He puts on his little doggy socks because otherwise I'll moan Because his feet get filthy dirty when he's out digging for his bone My room looks spotless when he's finished, everything is nice and neat he does all this for a little love and the occasional doggy treat He don't mind when I make a mess, or spill tea on the floor We've moved on from the basic tricks like 'sit' and 'give us your paw' But he's still got that problem, the one I just cannot ignore He still keeps having a massive shit on my kitchen floor I know I should ignore it, because a dog that cleans is sweet But I just hate treading in shit in my kitchen, especially in bare feet...
A sequel to my poem 'My Dog Drives' lol
My Dog Cleans My Room • Opuss № I