Pavlov's Dog

My girl is quite remarkable When I slip out, she’s sound asleep. When next, I turn the coffee on, She’s motionless, in slumbers deep. I open up my medicines And make a racket with those pills, But she’s still snoring on her bed, She’s lying peaceful, ever still. But when, with a distinctive ‘click’, I open up her Apoquel, I turn around; she’s sitting there. All I can say is, “Bloody Hell!” I don’t know how she manages To go from sleeping like a log To salivating at her bowl, But Pavlov, that guy, knew his dogs!