Off The Reservation!

There I was lying on the floor.

There was an interloper right next door.

I was prepared to make him run,

But that wasn't how the day was done.

Instead I had to go get Cass.

She had to help my rhyming ass.

Pat had vanished from our sea.

We had to find him so he could feed me.

I quickly spotted the culprit pair.

At least I thought so at our lair.

So I went in for a closer look.

Turns out they quickly got off the hook.

They were more interested in me.

They didn't make Pat leave or flee.

Plus, they kinda maybe sorta stunk.

They would just put Pat in a funk.

They joined our search as all mutts would.

Trying to prove they are great and understood.

But hey, they helped out a little bit.

I can take it even if they do eat umm spit.

Cassie and I then ventured out.

These three made us stop and shout.

Social distancing and all of that.

It was like talking to a wall or a wooden bat.

So we bit the bullet and went there.

That little poop machine was unaware.

He just wanted to play in the mud.

Sorry, we ain't gonna join you, bud.

That was when we saw this mutt.

He was still mad I bit him on the butt.

But he spilled all after whining about his caboose.

He said he saw Pat taken by a giant goose.

At first I thought him to be a nut,

But these guys backed up the wiener mutt.

He was a bit off on his claim though.

Humans in white were Pat's true foe.

So we did what anyone would do.

We scurried home to find these two.

They were fighting over who would drive.

Somehow I don't think either would survive.

They agreed to help break Pat free.

They started digging a tunnel so he could flee.

But they were just my clever distraction.

I put the true digging into action.

I found his little rubber room.

That place must sure spell doom.

Cassie watched for any guards.

We freed him and ran across many yards.

Then we needed a little break.

A nap we just had to take.

But we shouldn't have done that.

Now we always need to keep an eye on Pat.

For he went and did this.

The rubber room people will know something is amiss.

So it was time to lock him down.

No longer will he and his crazy wander town.

The mutts took the bones away.

They are good for a few things at their bay.

They chewed the thing to bits.

I hope they don't get the shits.

And as for Cassie and little old me.

Now we have to take turns at our sea.

Always watching that crazy Pat.

If only I didn't need him to feed and scoop and things like that.

Have you ever been taken away? Do you believe what Pat did at our bay? Has he really cracked? Maybe next we'll be attacked. Or maybe it will sell some books. Could get more crazy to take looks. Crazy follows crazy they say. Sure will avoid that fray. Oh, and Bijoux just so you know, we're always watching high and low. Just with a creepy little stare. So you had better beware. Had to add that in as I sit back there at our loony bin. And now I have to swap with Cass and go rest my jail breaking little rhyming ass.

Crazy all the way. Beats normal any day.