A dog's problem

There’s a little dog, a small ball of fluff,

that swears she’s a person,

never been of the canine stuff,

Treat her like one and it worsens.

Her thoughts are different, she’s so sure,

that two legged she should be

she can only be human, so don’t infer,

Our family just agrees.

She wags her tail, chases the ball,

But sits like a diva with us,

She loves her treats, meat and all,

mention a collar and she makes a fuss.

She wants our food, especially the cheese,

She snubs her nose at canine stuff,

We try to say, “you have ears, a tail, fleas,”

All we get is a “Ruff.”

She thinks she’s human without the fuss

With the small addition of fur.

She’s just simply one of us,

Anything less is a mangy cur.

So human to us she is and will be,

With that addition of tail,

She’s such a big part of our family,

A dog with a tale

In honor of National Poetry Month