We once owned a little mutt named Genie
on occasion we called her Genie Panini
we tried not to feed her table scraps n' stuff
but then again,  I had her heart on my cuff
so once in a while, we gave her little bits
to keep at bay her continuous barking fits

Each night hubby would eat a bowl of cheerio
while watching T.V. or listening to the stereo
Genie watched intently eyes peeled to the bowl  
the ritual worked well,  for she never stole      
he gave her 1,  there was nothing  she could do
so she crunched it while she lay beside his shoe  


One day hubby went to answer the door and left
Genie hopped on the couch and left him bereft
she ate all the cheerios but she did leave him one
when he returned he saw an empty bowl no fun
He'd been outsmarted by a funny little Shih Tzu  
with  Pomeranian smack, who knew what to do.

Moral of the story: Never trust a dog,  when it comes to food.
Feb. 7, 2021