Who's What? I think that I shall never see A dog as dumb as mine can be. He stands there barking at the gate, Now he should know he has to wait, For me to come and open it. Why can't he just shut up and sit? ? ? ? Time makes no sense at all to him, He knows I'll cater to his whim. He grabs a sock and wants to play, Can't get my laundry done that way. Well heck, the wash can always wait Till he's out barking at the gate. ? ? ? A stranger knocks, he wags his tail, Except when I retrieve the mail. He leaps from way across the floor, And growls as he attacks the door. He ought to know from friend or foe, Just where did intuition go? ? ? ? A Sunday drive can be the pits. He has these silly little fits A drive-up window, what an error, He acts like a holy terror, From now on I think I'll pass, I'd like to spank his little---! ? ? ? Now stopping at a light that's red, Can really make him lose his head. A car pulls up right next to us. Old ladies never make him fuss. He vents his anger and dislikes, Toward five Hell's Angels on their bikes ! ? ? ? I swear that dog will make me gray, If soon he doesn't change his way. Why do we always lose our hearts, To something that ain't got no smarts? I have a hunch the day will come, I'll figure out just who is dumb! ~©B.J.M. 2004~