Black as the Pit from head to toe,
I thank the dogs who play with me,
Wrestling in our muddy hole.
In the fell clutch of Cindy Lou
I often growl and snap my teeth.
The one on top can stick it to
Whichever one is underneath.
|Caitlin on Top of Cindy Lou|
Beyond this place of muddy fun,
Looms but the Horror of the bath,
I squeal and cry and try to run,
As Mommy drags me down the path.
It matters not how hot the day,
How big the dogs who're chasing me.
The dog park's where I want to stay,
The place I always want to be.