I move when my dog wants up on the sofa

He learned so quickly how to not bring sticks and balls back He seems to think when he puts his head down there should be a bowl beneath it Strained swell into a wells Turning the nail Hammering ahead My legs stringed with tongued dog saliva That tilt of his head where he pretends to know what Sit means I just don’t want to Are you really gonna eat that without giving me a bit Eyes that bo puss ots would aawwww His knack of wanting to go outside just as my head hits the pillow so far…. ………………………… ahead I A M In another lane Aircraft no more It’s an ex Plainly your not ready for this but your humanoid alien kids are gonna love it Am I still there I sometimes ask Sometimes in funny voices If someone answers the trickle of icicles caress along my spine So divine Nothing has a calmness to A still just still He snorts when he sleeps And I mean all blown instruments being cleaned all at the same time by a sand blaster