Unconcious

I'm standing here, Staring at my puppy, As he stares back at me, He looks away towards the window, So much air is coming through, I guess he feels the sounds, Instead of hearing them, Just like I do, He's chewing a shoe, I tell him no, But does he listen to me, Not a chance, But when I say, "sit down", Or "lay down boy" in a disapline kind of voice, Then he obey, But why can't he obey for anything else, I feel I'm not there, Like now, Everytime I call him, He thinks someone else is calling him over, Am I really here, Or a spirit that still lives, Because of my puppy, I feel unconcious;