Some Dogs

Some dogs wait to choose their spot;
They circle and they sniff.
Others simply stop and squat,
Like saying, “What’s the diff?

My master picks up dusk or dawn
No matter where my pile is,
So I can go on path or lawn,
‘Cause that’s just what my style is.”

The fussy ones, though, have their pride
And, using all their senses,
They find the perfect place outside,
Despite the consequences.

I wonder how each pooch decides
Just where he feels like pooping,
But gratitude can’t be denied
To those who do the scooping!