Wots in the mind of a dog


No dog in a film ever asks you to be violent,
No dog actor wants you to kill,
When there’s a dog in the script,
The movie is hip;
If you need a true baddy, it’s usually a cat,
If you feel like some biffo, a chill pill will fix that;

So Wots in the mind of the average dog; ??
when it lies around like a log?
not much really; but it hopes sincerely;
it can give u love; designed by God above; ?

there’s an itty bitty trace, when it licks your face,
Of dog-love unseen, In its hairy dog scheme,
Guess where it’s tongue has been;?although it looks quite clean
“My butt germs are safe”, Thinks dog to itself,
“I could never dream, of hurting your health”

A dog thinks more than a selfish cat,?
Dog waits obediently on its
Comfy matt??
It may never get a movie role,
But it will star in your life, to play and hold”??

?Dogs dream of life in paradise,
free from fleas, prejudice and strife??
monkeys dream of better trees, as they fly through the air in a monkey way, taking anything they can seize,
But they aim to tease, as they shoot the breeze?
But your dog is the pet that will always please.

Old dog owners long for better knees, a good upgrade, that anyone would seize;
With titanium and nylon, it’s an old person’s dream?
Then you can walk the dog, and it can ignore the fleas.
So whatever your need, Jehovah will soon please,
as sure as his kingdom, it will happen with ease?????

Js

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