And They Call It Puppy Love

Who would believe at your office each day
Suit and tie, briefcase in hand, all so presentably straight
That you are my lil puppy dog at home
From the second you walk through our garden gate.

You are My lil puppy, come here there’s a good boy
Go get your leash and collar, time we went for our walk
Sit, lie down, play dead, fetch ball, beg
Then after, we relax, you on the floor, and we talk

Puppy so loyal, faithful and giving you are
Curled up there, soft tongue lapping My feet
Eyes appealing look at Me, so deeply soulful
Good puppy, now what can I give you as a treat?

Should I dig deep into your good boy pouch
Maybe find something to help play with your bone
Something special, make it strong, tall and erect
No puddles now or you kennel alone

So good you must be, no chewing or biting
Be cute for Me puppy, My sweet lil chappie
Come boy, come with Me, come lick Me nice
My lil puppy wants to make Me happy

Looking at you I cannot help but laugh
You My puppy, what liquor was in My cup?
My hubby, strong and wonderful You are
My adorable rottweiler with toothache pup.

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