Dora my French bull dog

I usually sit down with my tea, And Dora not so far from me, Her slava drooling from her jaw, On command she'll raise her paw, On occasion food will drop, Dora the hoover cleans up the slop, She eats for fun she's never full, One big stomach she's like a bull, And one big drawback it isn't smart, She let's one slip a smelly fart, Such a stench she'll clear the room, You dare to stay then that's your doom, For such a size She has some strength, Match a pitbull without its length, A favourite pass time the great outdoors, She'd plan her route her choice not yours, Toilet done She wants her prize, In your pocket and its bite size, And when the day is at its end, I cuddle up with my best Friend, She keeps me warm all through the night, Then let's one rip so unpolite, Now that's all gone she's here no more, A grieving pain in my inner core, Again I look back to the past, My future once more overcast, I did what's right I know I did, The cancer gone and we got rid, Cost Dora's life it was the deal, It will take months for me to heal.