Dog Sitter Blues

From the moment,
I took the call,
From your owner,

I could tell that,
You’d already,
Started to wonder.

From the moment,
I packed my bag,
For the weekend,

I could guess that,
For you, the start,
Was the end.

From the moment,
My pickup truck,
Came into view,

I could see that,
My presence made,
A mess out of you.

From the moment,
Your master called,
To say he was near,

I couldn’t ignore your,
It was that clear.

From the moment,
I was hired,
I’ve had the dog-sitter blues.

‘Cause I long,
To be missed,
By a dog just like you!

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