The Chocolate Lab lies asleep
at his mistress’ feet.
He’s a hundred pound love hound
happy to have been found
taken in, scrubbed and shampooed,
he seemingly thinks only of food.
The vet said to put him on a diet
of only two dry cups, so we tried it,
and when our tub of love is sleeping
we think he dreams only of eating.
During slumber he smacks his lips;
conjuring images of kibbles and bits?
Because when he awakes
to his food bowl he quickly makes
strides like a racing greyhound
chasing the rabbit into the ground.
He slides the last few feet
finding only an empty bowl to greet,
so he decides it’s time to go back to sleep
perchance to dream of luscious meat.