Where Is That Dog? Poem by Clyde King

Where is that dog?
He could roll off a log.

He never had a care,
Never worried ‘bout his hair.

He'd follow me every day,
Then he'd just walk away.

I miss him for sure.
He got to my core.

He was just a cur,
What happened to his fur?

Where is he now?
Can you hear his bow-wow?

He's a rolling stone,
Always on his own.

He taught me how
to wait, and now

He's gone.Why did he
leave me?

Where ever he is
I hope that there's

A place for him to
eat, sleep, and poo.