'Man's Best Friend' Poem by Linda Winchell

Run me over, flatten me out
You'll dig me a grave in your garden no doubt!

Drink in my memories with coffee, sugar and cream
wash me up some, make my coat shinny and clean!

Take me shopping for a funny winter coat
which smells when I'm wet, like some old dirty goat!

Now hang me up and leave drip dry
spray me with perfumes to keep off the flies!

Trim my nails, with files, snip and clip
place a collar on my neck, killing fleas and blood sucking ticks!

Call me with a whistle, hand gestures and such
chain me in the back yard, go in the house for some brunch.

Replace me with another, much younger, more playful then me
For I am man's best friend, that's the job given me.