though you lie there like a log;
there, no log should be.
And oftentimes I find your hair
upon the sofa, bed, or chair--
dog, that chair's for me!
Your place is here, down on the rug,
four paws upon the ground, but there's the rub:
you think you should be treated just as we
and not as you,
who are a dog and nothing more.
Though you with puppy-eyes implore,
the command remains: stay on the floor!