It's morning here, whereas riddonkullers to the left of me are still on one ear. To the right of me, it's the middle of the day, and even further away dinner is almost in its way.

I hiss and spit as I hit the ground running, Slipping and sliding, I just can't get my footing back under me I'll continue to scream until you dump water over my head Or throw a bit of flour right into my face- Jeez, and they call me roux

I love to bark and play all day. Balls and such I fetch with ease, may I have a fish please??

Where dirty water flows. And your naughty thoughts grow.

On a moonlit stroll, soft as a whisper's grace, Leaving behind a gentle trace. Echoes of journeys, paths to trace, Silent guide in life's embrace.