Pup

What ball of woolly nonsense is this,
sniffing my foot.
What black eyed lap thing,
more loved than the humans around it.
If not scampering on legs to short to be called legs,
then toted by a fashionable but broody young lady.
A self serving tangle of white fluff.
Sit!
nothing.
Stay!
nothing.
Roll over!
nothing!
Shake hands!
NOTHING!
perhaps it catches rats?