THE QUEENS’ ROUTINES

     Our dogs are comfortable in their routines,
     Which pattern out each day predictably;
     We let them rule our house like little queens,
     Commanding treats and walks imperiously.
    
     “You see I’m on my back—it’s time to rub
     My tummy while I wriggle with delight,
     And if you’d rather not hear our hubbub,
     Then let us in the yard.  We have that right!
    
     “But now it’s time to walk, as you can tell
     Because I’m lying here, chin on my paws,
     And staring in your face, casting a spell,
     An evil one perhaps—you know our laws!”
    
          So we comply, behaving like good minions,
          Because we love to court their high opinions.

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