Ceaser lies asleep on the carpet,
Or at least feigns sleep.
The chow chow is old,
Can barely hear or see,
But aside from that, his life is good:
His guard duty consists of making sure
The carpet and driveway stay put,
He gets table scraps first,
And being a speed bump
Means getting picked on less
By small children.
Yep, life is good.
Then there’s Buster,
That young thing of a German Shorthair,
Prancing about as if he owns the place.
A speed of “Mach 1”
And an age in his prime
Makes the smaller animal
Look like “top dog” of the household.
Buster steps lightly over to Ceaser,
Sniffs him a bit,
Then smacks him good on his fluffy tail.
Ceaser gets up to bark immediately.
Buster gets to running,
Only to move too fast
And end up crashing into the couch,
Stumbling off to hide his disgrace.
Ceaser lays back down, closes his eyes,
And mutters a little dog laugh to himself.