Solo

He looks at me with soft, brown eyes
That melts my heart, and then he sighs
And rests his head upon my knee
And turns his soulful gaze on me.

The rough, wet tongue that licks my hands
The bark that says he understands
The paw that lifts in supplication
The eyes so filled with adoration.

But wait! - that dog is at my plate
He stole my meal, my T-bone steak
Oh! you worthless, selfish wretch
Who will not heel and will not fetch
Who does not heed me when I call
Leaves muddy tracks along the hall
And sneaks into my fresh made bed
Leaves hair and slobber on the spread
Who gulps his food in seconds flat
And then is sick upon the mat
And yet without a pause will then
Proceed to gulp it down again
And I don't think it's very nice
To gulp your food and eat it twice.

Oh, you filthy, flea-bound creature
Can I find one worthwhile feature
This time'll save you from the pound
You loathsome, faithless, rotten hound!

He looks at me with soft, brown eyes
That melts my heart, and then he sighs
The lashing tail and wringling bottom
Means all my anger is forgotten.