Mischievous Max

Mischievous Max, the old dog of our road
Considers every house yet another abode
Of his to enjoy for he follows the sun
[He] lazes and lies, gardens, paths, either one
Friendly and kind but chooses odd times to bark
Which makes me wonder "is he afraid of the dark?"
He likes to go digging for what I'm unsure
Maybe it's a misplaced toy he wishes to gnaw
Now attention is one of his favourite things
Beside basking and the joy eating meat brings
All this said I like him being around
Especially when he's just sleeping on the ground

By Pete Scopes