Perfect Pet

So I may not be the perfect pet
I bark a lot and hate the vet
There's one good thing you must admit
I give you love and lots of it

So I may have eaten your favourite cat
But what could I do? It called me fat
So maybe I am but blame my friend
She doesn't eat much and I finish the end

I sleep too much, I hate being trained
So I dig in the dirt just after it's rained
But aren't you glad you bought me that day
We have great times, we run and we play

So in return I show you my love
The licks and the cuddles and a friendly shove
So overall I'm a brilliant pet
I just don't like that blasted vet!

� By Kristy