THE HOUSEBREAKING


It was so easy, our smart' little' pup 
Knew to go out, I didn't have to get up


He was house broken,.in no time,at all



To the side of the house, in the back, by the wall


We bragged of his brilliance, to all who would listen 
Till I stepped on the carpet and my bare foot did glisten


I guess to a pup built close to the ground


The grass and the shag have a similar sound


Both tickle his tummy as he walks on his way 
To do the job he has to each day


We are patient and loving, not the kind prone to yell 
He's now seven and learning, but not very well


As he heads toward the door looking confused 
We race to encourage him, the outside to use


One thing's for certain about the brain of a pup 
When a thought is put in there, it's hard to give up


Carol Tanko

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