Poem -
Masters and manners
Dogs are our masters
for they have no thumbs
We go to work
They stay homeÂ
and play dumb.
Although they're in charge
they don't ask for much.Â
Place by our side,
dibs on our crumbs.
Yes, they are the boss,
yet they eat off the floor.
We eat off of plates.
Dogs became our masters,
but WE kept the manners.
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Comments
Being owned by a few dogs I was requested to reply. Reveal no secrets. Lines between owner and owned often blur in the dogman/mandog world.
i enjoyed this read!
john
Thanks and yes....I nearly crossed a line there. My Chihuahua almost had me in time out.