Go up and talk to the dog.
He won't listen to me at all.
He's up there his way, and
will only stay. I don't know
how he got so insufferable
and superior in his glorious
pelt he hides beneath such
typically eager bark and bite
and purr-like growl and play.
He's eventually like an animal,
and essentially naturally like
as well
but
I want him to be my pal
and he's not. He's your dog
too, and your pal
hot shot
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