The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 124 Poem by Flying Lemming

I am the doggy millionaire
There are no ifs or butts
I’m covered with the greatest care
The luckiest of mutts
My owner just went and died
He had been very ill
And everything he could provide
Was left me in his will
A mansion in which to run
My feeding dish is gold
I eat fresh steaks by the ton
My Fur bed keeps out cold
I get stroked every single day
Though I may be getting fat
I’m true to my roots in my own way
I get my butler to chase the cat