My Owner
I trot after her and settle on my bed in the kitchen.
Knowing first she will feed the humans, then the cats.
I will only be yelled at if I get underfoot, finally
Getting my breakfast I slowly scoff it down.
Owner is yelling at me, what did I do? Oh I am in the way!
Shuffling around deciding which bed I prefer today.
Driving owner mad as I circle and circle then flop down.
After all I must make sure I have scared off all snakes.
Time to go out I bound along at owners side
wanting to get there first being checked back to heel.
Can owner not understand I should go first to protect
the household from any dangers lurking?
Yelling command on top of command, so confusing I close my ears.
One word at a time please if you want me to listen!
Remember Human language is not my own tongue I need time
to assimilate translate and then to finally obey.
Does owner not understand the more frantic they become
the higher state of alert this pushes on me I can not relax.
If owner is so tense and concerned there must be peril lurking.
At last home owner slowly relaxes and I come down from high alert.
This Mexican man stopped by and with him I did click,
He spoke my language and understood where I was coming from.
He taught my owner and showed how to dealt with things calmly.
Oh boy yes Life is much better due to Caesar Milan.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
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