Bored Amusement?

don’t throw that stick too far

i may not fetch it

i will glare at you

with slumber lidded eyes

and in this act of pure defiance

i have torn asunder

this delicate contract

we forged

when you and i

were so much younger

oh well...woof woof!

don’t call me late for dinner

don’t call me late for lunch

don’t call me if you have the slightest inkling

of the remotest faintest hunch

none of this is beneath any of our notice

don’t call me if you have an itch

and you think i need a scratch

don’t even think about throwing that ball

you know i won’t chase or catch

i don’t want your stupid tug toy

or the ball machine that shoots

but if you leave them out one night

i will definitely eat your boots

call me suppers cessation

as you release your belt a hole

appetites' sated

we assume our normal role

patting the seat

you beckon me to join you

and we slide

side by side

into the couch

i sleep and dream and twitch and fart

as you watch your stupid shows

my jowls on your leg

the light of the fire softly glows

the evening becomes night

the fire slowly dies

the wind whispers

cold and cruel

in and around the eaves

don’t call me to your lap early evening

only to fling me out the door at bedtime

there’s plenty of room for all of us

please don’t put me out in the cold

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This is for all the lost dogs, sick dogs, hungry dogs, homeless dogs and