Thoughts on the whole shooting match.

Nellie: An Ode

O lazy, foolish dog, thy slothfulness

Doth me annoy when time it is

To take thee out for nature’s call.

Explain to me the reason why

Thine eagerness to graze my thigh

With dirty snout doth foment

At the moment I am cleanest.

Verily, thy pants o’er wagging tongue,

Thy sniffs through leathery nose,

Thy ceaseless barks incite in me

Emotions mixed in quality.

Yet in thine eyes of deepest brown

I see the depths of loyalty

That are the canine’s crown,

And so I say to thee, Nellie:

“Good dog!”