There is something
Something definitely odd
About that dog
Is it that his eyes look out of place?
Deep and intelligent
Almost from another race
Piercingly blue
Knowing everything about you
Able to change hue
Upon command
No
That's not it
Perhaps it's his legs
Muscled and knotty
Much more than is needed
For simply holding up his body
Defined like a Mr. Universe
And striking poses quite diverse
Flexing both longitudinal and transverse
Catching your eye
Nope
Not that
The tricks he seems to be doing?
He handles those cards like a pro
Gesturing for you to pick one
With that look in his eye that says he does know
He must have been on stage
In Vegas he'd be all the rage
Literally on the front page
In a top hat
But
That doesn't seem to be it
Wait, what's he doing with my son?
My boy can't stop laughing
Saying happily, "He's the one!"
I stand and smile
Life hasn't been easy since the move
Young Jack's had a hard time finding his groove
He looks back at me hoping I approve
And I think I do
There was something
Something definitely odd
About that dog
He looked lonely in that cage
Without a real home
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