My dog talks in his sleep.
He claims he is king of the world
and that all cats are evil.
He remarks that the moon
is made of biscuits
and the sun is simply
a giant tennis ball.
He even says that
he is ten foot tall
though we all know
he is just a tiny chihuahua.
And what will I do about it?
Nothing. We all know the saying:
let sleeping dogs lie.
