Cold nose, long snout, 
Always wants to go out, 
Barking real loud. 
Car rides, vet trips, 
Getting treats for good tricks, 
Some fleas, no ticks.

And they say, 
We treat him like a queen, 
Living a dog’s dream, 
Well he’s only eighteen, 
But lately I greatly, 
Suspect that he’s taking, 
The cat’s food and chasing, 
In his sleep.

The best things in life come free to him. 

Cause the ball’s just leaving my hand, 
He goes mad when I throw a branch. 
And he just wants to go outside tonight. 
And with a bite, says hi to the mailman,
And sits down with just one command. 

It’s too cold outside, 
To go for a ride.