In dog years am I 434 years old, or
am I 8.8571428 years old?
I can’t figure out if I multiply
or divide. I guess, since I am not a dog
it doesn’t matter. I do, however, get the
urge from time to time to bay at the moon.
I’ve lost the urge to chase after car tires,
even walking has lost its allure. I do
still enjoy a good long tummy rub. I could
learn new tricks for an ice cream treat,
and I still love to hear you call my name.
