A whining lament wakes us all up, he be wanting
something but even when the door is left wide
as a load he just will not go out for the rain.
Sitting up by the bed, he stares at your face
trying to communicate his need by force of a
psychic will but he just can't stand still.
At the back door, he tries squeeking some more
having failed to get any attention he leaves
a big pile of shit on the living room floor.
Poor puppy dog.
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