Little Mutt

Little dog went down the street to the corner where dogs meet said Hello to Saint Bernard spotting him was not too hard he was super-duper size but had runny, bloodshot eyes. Said Bernard I work in snow in the avalanche. I know where to look for folks in trouble under snow and other rubble. Little dog said I stay home master says I should not roam cannot play with real shoes so my task is get the news. When the birds sing in the morn I get up and feel new-born. Run outside through doggie-door sliding on the concrete floor grab the paper and head back get the glasses from the rack and the coffee from the pot think I'm finished? I am not for the misses I make toast put a slice of possum roast on the toast then sprinkle cheese you can see I aim to please. St. Bernard was quite impressed said I get my victims dressed after rubbing them with snow see, I am a real pro. Not outdone the little mutt slowly scratches his small butt says I have the real hunch that you do not make their lunch. I, for one cook meals with style put the dishes in a pile start the washer with a load keep my eyes upon the road when the master wanders in I have ready fizz and gin get his slippers on his feet click the thermostat on Heat read his friggin' mastermind ascertain what he will find on the satellite TV well, I must, as you can see duty calls, adieu my friend I'm afraid this is the end.