“Go get it boy!”
That’s all that it takes,
And off at a gallop I go.
I bring back the sticks,
The balls and the toys;
Whatever the boss wants to throw.
What makes me obey,
So eager to go,
So needy to be his friend?
When all that I get
Is just kibbles and bits,
And a well-aimed boot
In the end!
That is an interesting question....what does make us so eager to obey? Lots of conditioning? Cute poem.
ReplyDeleteI'm liking the imagery. Well put!
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