Little Jolly Roger Dog...

I am my mums' little jolly roger dog, have 4 legs ones' broke, I often forget the pain I'm in off on a tandem I'll go I have good days when I feel gay run and fro lick like I used to play my mum has me on medication, had to date two operations, But what am I to do? mum has short end all my walks to limit strain, and ongoing pain on short walks now, we see the locals, exchange our how you dos' other exciting things include sniffs and smells I stop to do doggy dos, limitations now run rife, the cookie jar is my daily highlight, the vet has done all he could, except for a leg made of wood, I'm on new medication natural muscle replacement if I could get this leg stronger I could go on walks longer eight years ago I adopted mum she liked me from the start, she like the way I stuck up for myself she knew that I had spark, an SPCA puppy, dumped in a sack there I was left for dead my life hanging by a thread I am a cross bred moggy my mum is my best friend I'll love and protect her loyally til the very end I'll always be at her side her hairy handsome boy even without all my legs my loyalty for her no one can destroy Life is not too boring, but now a little slow I don't feel crippled, sometimes, miserable I definitely don't feel baron, as long as I have my master my mum, my best friend, my sharon