Memoirs Of An Owned Dog

The food was as I like it... cold, wet & in that wonderful tin can shape

I had it marked in a paw print on the dog door the day that I finally planned my escape

The milkman, he tried

You can bet I wanted to survive but the truck it just came far too fast

So I write on these scraps, my remembrances past, so you don't blame yourself that I've died

They put horses out to pasture

And the birds come home to roost

Ain't nothin' for a puppy but the backyard on the loose

Now I know my job was to lie idly beside

The way the sun retreats for the moon

I had dreams of walking the world on my own

Four on the floor, every night all alone

I was ready to work for the scruff on my neck

Yearning to find something of my own to protect

My bark, then, was surely bigger than my bite

Chewing the cud could've been my biggest dog fight

And you know how they say we only hear certain things that you say

Well, it never mattered much to me but for the will of the way

They put horses out to pasture

And the birds come home to roost

Ain't nothin' for a puppy but the backyard on the loose

Now I know my job was to lie idly beside

The way the sun retreats for the moon

Now I loosen this collar for a dog bone bow tie

To go up and meet the big dog in the sky

I'll tell him when I get there I was spoiled in your place with the hopes that my spirit is honored by your grace

So after you read this memoir one day

Or after you hear my lonesome song play

Don't you trouble your mind, this old hound's doin' fine

You know, goodbyes are just words like a clock is to time

So sorry I'm not with you

So sorry I can't be

Please know I was the best friend this old mutt could be

If you remember that spot where my favorite tree grows I hung up my leash on a branch, now it's yours