Nobody cares when I'm hungry

for food or a hug, a kiss,

a kind word, a thank you,

or a night of bliss,

sleeping on my masters bed,

on sheets so smooth;

and just when I'm in the groove,

I'm back on the floor,

a harmless little puppy like me,

just trying to communicate,

and they treat me

like I'm second rate.

Maybe when I'm a big dog,

they'll get things straight,

feed me when I'm hungry,

and let sleeping dogs lie...

cause man's best friend

can be a fearful thing

when you don't let him snooze,

so why lose . . .

a perfectly good doggieship.