One of my neighbors had his ole' dog 'put down' and 'caused me to dig out this piece I wrote years ago, it still goes on.....

An Autobiography

By Patch, the Dog

Snatched from my mother’s breast when I was just six weeks old

My master took me to his home wherein my new life would unfold

His little kids squeezed my sides and pulled my tail and ears

But if I yelped or gently nipped they’d both bust out in tears

Learning where to pee and when, was strongly brought to bear

My nose rubbed in it, my backside whacked, I rapidly learned where

But the then, I had to learn, was at master’s convenience

Don’t bark or scratch at the back door, or look for any lenience

I grew older, as did the kids, and learned those pet dog tricks

Sit up and beg, stay, down boy and “Patch go fetch that stick”

Don’t misunderstand dear reader, I really loved these folks

Would gladly give my life for them despite what stuff evokes

In later years we moved up to a house with hot tub and a pool

In finer digs, “Patch stays outside” became my mistress’ rule

With everyone gone the whole day thru, I’d pace from gate to gate

Alas it seems I wore a path around the pool, my master grew irate

Now I lay here chained to a tree, my world is eight feet ‘round

My old bones ache, the fleas abound, here on the cold hard ground

But my tired ears perked up today there might be good news yet

I heard master ask for a sleeping date, with Doc Kervorkian the vet!!

Goodbye….

Pecozbill - 2002