Wet Dog

Wet Dog

I am a wet dog
Lying on my back.
Wriggling on the good new rug,
It’s my drying rack.

I almost died, cut me some slack.
My peeps took me to the vet,
God how they fussed over me,
But I’m back now in the pack.

Now I think I’ll sleep a bit,
Unless you want to play.
Hurry up with your answer,
I haven’t got all day.

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