Rawhide

From their muzzle and jowls to legs that seem like they don't fit their bodies quite right Man's best friend will accept you as you are No backstabbing chit-chat with the city strays But they may stray off path and spend their days searching the city for you Yearning for your warm embrace and that God awful kibble you buy Tired of the honking horns and pitiful eyes, They just want to be man's best friend again Hear their name being called across the house, Running over without a doubt that dinner is served Now that would be a treat Hearing your voice again That's something no amount of pup cups could replace Just to be a good dog again. Your good dog.