Hello Mr. Pigeon

Ah Mr. Pigeon, come a little closer. . . I've left some crumbs for you on the patio. We can be friends, I think there may be a few more crumbs here on my tongue.

The Bully of El Paseo

The bully of El Paseo goes marching down the street

He says,"I'm BIG" he says "I'm Tough!" to every dog he meets

Don't look at me, don't sniff my junk or I will make you sorry

Don't mess with me I'm 6 feet tall....oh wait,
I might like you......come back, don't you want to party?

I snarffle the grass and I pee on the trees, though benches and table legs don't interest me
I look in your door way and walk through your store.
I'm the Bully of El Paseo
My harness and bandanna generate smiles, with miles of attention when I walk in style
I'm the patio paver puppy, bask in the sun dog I'm some dog, no dumb dog
dusk , noon or dawn the best thing is bed, rub my tummy, while under the blankets I cover my head

I wag I growl I pull I tug, the hair stands on my back
It's people that I really love, dogs just don't have the knack
I wonder what they want from me, I try so to be good.
Will Bill give me a chicken treat if I do what I should.
And how am I to know what is and isn't what they want?
I try to talk to yowl and growl, to say the word "Croissant"
But they just don't get it.

I miss the bank, I miss my Dad, I miss them at the office
but when we walk and watch the people going by it's not so bad,
it seems I'm loved and I'll survive til all my pack comes home