It's a dog's life.

Figure eights in the sand, tongue flapping, tail flying.
Figure eights in the yard, mud flinging, paws biting.
Ears pinned back, body stretching, both my eyes glowing,
It's fun, it's bliss, figure eights, so exciting!

Sniff the air, it's so sweet, pungent and spice
Dead flesh, dog's bum, rotten fish, oh so nice
The smell of my master, familiar and right.
A sniff on the wind, a bitch coming nigh.

There's movement, are we going?
Oh yes, yes, it's on.
The lead from the cupboard, his shoes going on.
Off walking, off walking, excited, so keen.

Rustle of feed bag, hollow clink of dog bowls
It's feed time, it's happening, I've been waiting for hours
Salivate, lick the plate, dry bickies, so hungry
Slurp it, munch on it, no more grumble of tummy.

Now to sleep and to dream, so warm in the sun.
Lazily lying, still resting and calm
Eyes quiver, flesh shivers, a twitching of legs
Dreaming I'm running, figure eights, in my head.

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