Beagle Minus

Hey you, dog! With your white tail tipping past my window Or your face, tricolor, pressed against the glass, I can see you even in the dark garden, But now our garden games are past. The couch stretched out beside me for a day or two, The water bowl still full and going green. The door bell rings and I'm alone to answer. Frankie Boy! Bad dog! I thought I'd be the one to leave.