Dog Lamenting On Being Unwell

Oh, woe is my fur coat

For I don’t feel well today.

My innards feel twisted inside

Making me one unhappy pup.

I refuse my food;

Will only take bland or soft.

My days I spend sleeping;

For nothing else I want too.

No play,

No fun,

No squeaky toys for me;

For I have been one unhappy pup.

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