Misfire

My Missy girl thinks she’s a boy; she lifts her leg on plants to pee, a fact that would my wife annoy except for dog anatomy. She sights it in and takes her aim: persistence, not a thing she lacks. Results, though, ever are the same; her line of fire: straight out the back. There's possibly a lesson here, Though one I will not stretch too far: No matter what the world may see, Some things you aren't, some things you are.