HOUDINI
Our dog was cute ‘til he turned two.
He then went rogue. He’d things to do.
He’d dart away, could not be caught -
Such speed he had, who would have thought?
We chased him here, we chased him there,
But he was quick. We could not snare.
He’d turn and face advancing troops.
He had us going round in loops.
I swore he laughed and thought us daft,
But now I’m wise to his new craft,
So I have bought a little toy
To stop his game. I have a ploy;
No more will I chase this mad dog.
The GPS tag has a log.
Run where you want, I do not care,
Cos I can track you anywhere.