Walk the Dog

My dog is a champion,

A house horse, a friend,

But never forget,

She’s got needs at both ends.

Disposal of garbage,

A bottomless pit,

She vacuums her bowl,

’til it’s time for her shift.

The four legged factory,

of chocolate tooth paste,

This dump truck is famous,

For hauling out waste,

She’s taking on water!

She’s filling the bilge!

She’s half the rain cycle

When walking uphill.

She’s rising tide water,

A flood in the fields!

Three tanker class vessels?

She triples that yield!

The hydrant inspector,

the nose with the news,

the top seeded player,

for taking a snooze.

She listens with hammocks,

A foghorn she howls,

She treads on four footstools,

A landslide she growls.

I don’t fear late waking,

’cause she’s my alarm,

Night walks I’m not quaking,

my private gendarme.

My personal trainer

I’ll never get fat,

I’d stay to say more,

But we’re chasing a cat!