Dear sweet puppy dog,

how you gaze upon my pedestal bed,

pondering with your little pea-brain head

whether to leap and snuggle, cuddle tight

while I watch my favorite shows at night -

or to decide, instead, to go outside

to potty, though we've already tried.

We ask, we plead, but you just stare

with pallid eyes, an absent air,

taking ages to make your choice,

ignoring our impatient voice.

Will you climb and curl and stay?

Or will you trot and stray away?

This endless dance you do each night

vexes us, though you're a delight.

So please, sweet puppy, make your call,

choose porch or bed, we love you all -

but let us Netflix, chill, and rest

while you lie where you love best.