Dog's Life?

Never do I sit in thought, of why my life's a mess, You have no life dear masters, that's something I must profess. I'm never stuck for what to wear, I have one and only coat, No jeans, no sweater or dresses, not even a little tote. Never do I need direction, in education or career, I sit around by the fireplace, with my floppy ears. Contraception is never a necessity when I ‘hook up’ with a mate, There’s no tortured analysis of last night’s disastrous date. Though life's not always roses, danger, dog-pound, strife, I'll consider myself lucky to cross the road with my life. I might get a little frisky, produce puppies here and there, But the vet's knife will stop my fun - Don't think that's very fair! If I ever bite or nip you, I won't exactly be your favourite pet, I could be going for an eternal sleep, back to that fun-stopping vet. So do I really have 'The Dog's Life?' I'll leave it for you to decide, Luxury or Jeopardy? Would you like my life? Or would Woe betide?