That's a good boy I tell him
As he wags his excited tail
and his brown body so slim
Can't help bu wildly flale

An excited young pup
Curious about everything
Always acting up
And acting like he's king

But now he is just that
An old wise master
No longer a little brat
For his legs can go no faster

he lays around all day
And groans when he walks around
For his hair has turned gray
And his spirit has slowed down

But he will always be my best friend
Even at the age of eleven
And it will be easier at the end
Knowing all dogs go to heaven