A dog to a dyslexic is a god,
But most of us who have one think so, too,
And if you think our reasoning is flawed:
We wonder what the matter is with you.
Do you not see who really rules the home,
Who shepherds all the family about,
Who has evoked from poets many a poem?
It’s dogs who master us; there’s little doubt.
So what’s to do but honor and obey
The rulers of our hearts and cede them sway.