Christmas Day – 4 pm
After the smells from the kitchen have grown through the day
You and your canine friends can truly say
You hope that the people don’t forget you are there
Otherwise you’ll have to really put more emphasis behind your stare.
From the back you hear the sound of the table being set
And that king of clue, how much easier can it get?
Clearly the people were waiting for the right moment to eat
Alpha opens the door and everyone goes to take a seat
Around the table that smells too good to be believed
(And now you know the dogs are invited, so you are relieved)
Several adults have a bowl , one for each dog, which you love
And slowly they put the bowls to the floor from above.
The smell that drifts out makes you start to drool
And you dive in without thought, rushing in like a fool.
You notice little else during this time of a feeding frenzy
Feeling so lightheaded, so ecstatic, so giddy.
Your motions are trained to the contents of that bowl
As if it played today’s most important role.
Too soon, far too soon, the contents have been drained
And the floor around you is now with some juice stained.
Looking around you see you are not the first dog to be done
But still some each and they seem so lucky, radiating like the sun.
Soon they too finish, for it takes none of you long to eat up
But the people are just now sitting down to sup.
You wish so much to go sit and beg,
But the full stomach seems to be moving each leg.
Instead of watching the people now eat up their fill
The dogs all appear to follow a much stronger will.
To the living room you move and that’s where you flop
And soon you are all napping, that was the ultimate stop.