My Dog

A white scruffy ball of happiness
His head is so small it’s the size of your palm
His tail is straight but then suddenly falls
It’s impossible to keep him calm

His unorganised fur makes it nearly impossible to rub all his back
If you try to wash him he will head for the nearest puddle
It’s always rare to see him bright white
I would not recommend to give a cuddle

This dog is always hyper
And if you give him a toy he’ll never give it back
I try to think of when he’ll be older
But then he’ll come up to me and roll-over.