WE ARE NOT FUR BABIES

His incendiary comments Ignited a conflagration Concerning the dangers Of “smokeless” tobacco It’s the same look Like the one the dogs get When they hear the leash rattle The eyes focus and scan The attitude Takes on an urgency. That tree awaits. Who might have been there Who may still linger Did we bring the ball I hate it when he forgets As I am not too fond of Other dog’s saliva-soaked offerings. “Biodegradable” poop bags Holy Scat, what next What is my carbon pawprint A vegetarian diet Little rain coats and hats What, wait, no way, don’t even think About putting me In that “puppy pull toy” You’ll pay for this I know where you hide Your golf shoes.