My dogs live here, they’re here to stay.
You don’t like pets, be on your way.
They share my house, my food, my space
This is their home, this is their place.

You will find dog hair on the floor,
They will alert you’re at the door.
They may request a little pat,
A simple “no” will settle that.

It gripes me when I hear you say
“Just how is it you live this way?
They smell, they shed, they’re in the way
AND WHO ASKED YOU? Is all I can say.

They love me more than anyone,
My voice is like the rising sun,
They merely have to hear me say
“C’mon my dogs, it’s time to play.”

Then tails wag and faces grin,
They bounce and hop and make a din.
They never say “No time for you,”
they’re always there, to GO and DO.

And if I’m sad, they’re by my side
And if I’m mad, they circle wide
And if I laugh, they laugh with me
They understand, they always see.

So once again, I say to you?
“Come visit me, but know this, too.
My dogs live here, they’re here to stay.
You don’t like pets, be on your way.
They share my house, my food, my space
This is their home, this is their place.”

Author Unknown