He looks at you
with his big brown
eyes,
Almost as if,
He could read your
mind.
Sure, he’s a pain,
When he pulls on a
leash,
But you can’t deny
That he aims to
please!
And that’s when he
poses
On his two back feet
And sits real still
And begs for a treat,
He chases squirrels,
And has caught quite
a few,
The birds he lets be,
But the rugs can he
chew!
Not a sweeter hound
Will you find in
these parts.
Jack is THE dog,
In my heart of
hearts.
My pal, Jack
