DUMB OLD DOG

He stunk when he was wet
Oh, I should say that he smelled
But he didn’t just smell
He stunk
And the messes he could make
Chewing and digging up the yard
And making more than one neighbor mad
With little “presents” left in their yard
Never once did he learn to mind
Or come when called
He’d bark at the mailman
At cats
At other dogs
At leaves blowing down the street
A big clumsy thing
Without a bit of grace
Seemingly always underfoot
Or knocking things over
Including me
More than once
So why the tears
When he died
He was just an old dog
A dumb old dog
But he was my dog

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