I swim and heel and take commands.
I preen under my master’s hands.
How lucky is the family
That gets to have a dog like me.
I guess I wasn’t standing guard
Because a tortoise crossed my yard.
And what a silly sight he made
Lumbering over each grass blade.
 I can fetch and bark and run.
I have more skills than anyone.
His legs can’t run. His tail can’t wag.
His head looks like an old tea bag.
Then the biggest shame of all
Is the heavy shell he’s forced to haul.
He doesn’t have my shiny coat
But I don’t really want to gloat.
Cut him a break and let him hide
In the next cool dark approaching tide.

I want to find a friend today
but don't know where to look.
What if I think you'll do just fine
but you don't take the hook?
I want someone to play with me.
Could that someone be you?
I'll know if you smile back at me
when I smile at you.  :)

Old Snivelus Slump was not happy at all.

His 401-k was still stuck in free fall.

His job could be outsourced now any old day.

His middle class status was slipping away.

Was he at the lowest point of this rough time?

Could Snivelus hope that a new day would shine?

Instead of just sitting ‘round feeling depressed,

Old Slump crossed his fingers and hoped for the best.