As I'm walking down the street,
I've got both of you at my feet.
A leash in each hand,
As we depart the homeland.
I make sure to pack plastic tools,
For the inevitable dirty stools.
Over here or over there,
Committing biological warfare.
We’ve been on this hike many times before,
Yet you still galore and explore.
At an endless velocity.
Eat, Sleep, poop, and repeat,
You two keep me up on my feet.
You truly are a man’s best friend,
So together, till the end.