Oh rotten dog with fur so black,
When it comes to mischief you have a knack.
You tear up my stuff, you roll in the mud
I think that is your Belgian blood.
Oh wicked dog with big dark eyes,
You've ruined the yard I once did prize.
When I scold, you take it in stride
I think that comes from the Chow side.
Oh naughty dog with the upturned tail,
Who knows what each day will unveil.
A chewed pen, some paper, a book or toy,
A million things you have destroyed.
Oh mischief maker with the happy dance,
I brought you home, I took a chance.
I trusted you and you've acted so strange,
At first you were good but then you changed.
Oh trouble maker, some days I fret,
Why can't you be a normal pet?
One who obeys my every command,
Instead of a quick witted firebrand.
Oh silly pest with the muddy paws,
Yes, you who digs, you that gnaws.
For your bad behavior there is no excuse.
You aren't a good dog--but you always amuse.
-Cary (mom to Lt. Woof)
