fat little rolly polly
dachshund, Moe,
into dog school one
year.
he was out of control.
barking,
not understanding what a
walk was,
getting into the trash,
eating dead
animals
when he found them.
chewing anything
he could get his mouth around.
but he passed
his six classes with
flying colors.
obedient and quiet.
he heeled, on command,
rolled over,
and begged for treats.
he was a changed dog.
polite and respectful
to those around him.
walking in a straight line
when on his leash.
then i got him home
and all hell broke loose.
he tore off his graduation
gown, threw his hat
out the window
and ate his diploma,
then started barking at
Mister Ed on tv.
game over.
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