Mr.Max
white and brown like the old book on a shelf warm and furry like a soft cuddle bear run like the wind never look back a woof woof a try to talk never make his word clear he sit by the door whine when ia'm go he wait patiently for some to come home a wow wow a he say to the bird fly by go back in and just chew his bone on he just continue on with life careless and free he live to the max he itch there and here that he such an itchier his nose be a wet lake and his hunger be like a black hole it never get enough to eat