His hazel eyes meander through the room|
In search of something interesting to chew
I wish I realized this impending doom
Theres nothing more delicious than my shoe
The next course is my mothers favorite dress
He soon runs out of clothes and starts to pout
I'm eating dinner when I see the mess
Ten pairs of shoes and clothes all strewn about
A teething dog in need of more to munch
My panting dog is proud of what he's done
For some strange reason he thinks shoes are lunch
Because my shoes are torn he thinks he's won.
But even though he tears up all my things,
You can't believe what joy my Dusty brings.