beagle fond d’écran

This is a poem I wrote for my dog when I was twelve years old. He's a dumb but adorable black lab named Fetch (even though he DOESN'T fetch) and he used to get into all sorts of trouble. It took my mom four years to finally get to like him. He's 8 years old now...and still as puppyish as ever!

You shed black hair
But I don't care.
toi run away
But that's okay.
You're a dull-headed kind
But I don't mind -
'Cause you're my dog.

toi beg at the table
Whenever you're able.
toi track mud on the floor
Then toi track in some more.
Oh the mischief toi do!
But I still l’amour toi -
'Cause you're my dog.