Dauphy: I’ve written a poem.
Hobbo: That’s good Dauphy, can I have a look?
Dauphy: Sure. (Gives it to Hobbo, who reads it).
Hobbo: This is pretty good. Shall we put it on the blog?
Dauphy: Yes please, but you’ll have to type it.
Dauphy: Don’t be silly. Everyone knows that dogs can’t type…
Be more dog! I don't ever fret about you And there's no way I'd pick up your poo If I'm tired, then I drift off to sleep I have no need to work for my keep. You feed me my meals twice a day When it's sunny, we go out to play I know you think this part's a pain But, I love our long walks in the rain. I get muddy and dirty as hell And I don't really care if I smell I love you with all my dog heart When you fuss other dogs, do I start? I'm the spit of a dog who just chills Bit like you, when you've taken your pills So relax man, this world ain't so crappy Be less man, be more dog, and be happy.
Hobbo: Thanks Dauphy!
Dauphy: You’re welcome. Will you teach me to type sometime?