Slightly Saddened by Some Sniffing...

I wanted to share a short, but very sobby, story with you. I was quite saddened by some sniffing last night. Quite saddened...saddened to the point where I could only bring myself to lick my bowl out only once after I finished devouring my dinner.

The human came home last night...much later than I usually allow her since she hadn't prepared my dinner before she departed...and I sniffed her shoes and hands as usual. And she smelled...like my owner...my REAL owner...the little human who lets me kiss her and steal her food as long as I let her drag me around on my leash occassionally. How did my human dare go and see her without taking me along? I am so moved by the sadness that I have written a little ditty to express myself fully:

SAD FROM A SNIFF

It took one sniff
One little whiff

Made me sad
My tummy was had

I missed my girl
With the curls

I got no treats
From the little sweet

I am a sad, sad hound
And I am owner-bound.

Don't look for me
Or track my pee.