The door is open so out you go
You look yellow against the snow,
Bark, cry, that is me being told
You`re ready to come in out of the cold.
Here you come with your muddy paws
You run all over my clean floors,
Your face is wet, oh! how you hate that
So you rub it right along the mat.
I`ll brush you to get rid of the hair
But your heads on the floor and bum in the air,
You lie on the part I want to brush
The bell rings so you're off in a rush.
Slipping and sliding on the wooden floor
You end up in a heap by the front door,
Barking viciously I open the door
You see who it is then you bark no more.
They can`t get in `cause you block their way
You`ll get your fuss no matter what they say,
Jumping up gets their attention you know
Or lying on your back with your legs akimbo.
