The Doped-Up Dog

The doped-up dog

sleeps away

the day.

When he does get

up, his football

player’s

knees

sway and sway

and dosey doe,

and I sing him

love songs like

“What Shall We

Do With the

Drunken Sailor?”

as

he stumbles

around

and flops

down on his bed

with no appreciation

whatsoever

for my

heartfelt

serenade. My

wife just shakes

her head at me

and kisses the

dog. I always

thought it

would be

just the

opposite. Should

I sing her a

love

song, too?