I may have a cold nose and that real doggy smell,
I am ultimately unconditional and faithful as well,
A wag of my tail greets you when you come home,
But you sometimes lose out when I smell a new bone,
I keep my master healthy, when I take him for a walk,
Maybe share some doggy stories if I only could talk,
When I sniff at the trees I am only reading my mail,
Using my nose as my fingers as if reading my Braille,
My kennel is my house, my doggy toys it does fill,
It's warm in winter, out of the cold morning chill,
I venture out for breakfast stretch my legs and yawn,
Hear the birds all singing, hailing in a new dawn,
Sniffing at my mistress cooking, a smell that makes me drool,
But then I panic when my owners have their swim in the pool,
I don't like water of any kind, I know how to spell bath,
I'll tiptoe when its' raining barely touching our wet path
Going for a run in the car, I have my own special place,
It's at the back of the car, my area and my doggy space,
At times when the car is in reverse, it's very exciting to me,
For out of my back window, I am doing the driving you see,
I don't do any cooking, I always get served with my food,
In my own special bowl, which makes it taste so good,
I live such a “dog's life” as their world only gets faster,
They think that they own me, but I'm really the master