An Ode To Teddy

There once was a dog named Teddy
who was scared to eat, so instead, he
took food from your hand
as long as you didn't stand,
but not 'til he was good and ready.

He ate dogs from a china plate,

loved sneaking out of the gate.
baby blankets he'd hump,
at the answering machine he'd grump,
for post-poop butt wiping he'd wait.

Chasing tennis balls made him so frantic,
If they got stuck in a corner he'd panic.
When a stranger he'd see,
a pit bull he would be,
which was such a ridiculous antic.


He needed a stepstool to climb
into my parents' bed, past his prime.
He slept like a rock,
never chewed on your socks
And was always to the groomer on time.



Now his time here is over.
He's sleeping under the clover.
We shall never forget
my Mom's spoiled pet,
The dog whose name wasn't Rover.