I wake up in the morning,
While my owner is snoring,
I lick him in the face,
I wonder what's that taste?
When he wakes up he goes showering,
While I see a cat through the widow cowering,
When he brushes his teeth,
He calls,"Come Keeth!".
He takes me for a walk on the gray floor,
And I see an apple core,
When we go to a stop,
Then he looks at a clock.
He takes me back home,
Then he brushes his hair with a comb,
He eats then goes to work,
And leave a dirty plate and fork.
I go through the doggie door when he's gone,
And go to the dog next door named Bon.
We were both without our owners,
Without them we are loners,
We feel so bad,
We aren't glad.
When our owners come back, we feel so happy,
This means we can get our little scratchies.
Now you know my life as a dog,
This life isn't such a sog.
