You see me out your window.
What makes you so jealous?
Is it my endless supply of pupperoni's?
Do you not have any of these delicious meat sticks?
Perhaps it is your floppy boxer ears?
My chest is as white as new fallen snow.
My tail is docked perfectly so.
I am the king of street. With many snausage treats.
So continue to live in your personal hell haughty training dog.
Sit by as your owner makes…
Continue