Man's Best Friend

A dog, it's been said, is man's best friend.
His faithful companion to the end.
But have you ever wondered just how it must seem
Through the eyes of a dog this popular theme?

He hollers at me, "Get in the truck",
But the tailgates up, what terrible luck.
I jump in the back and I scratch up the pain.
And he calls me that son of a no good saint.

We're goin' down the road at leas 60 per.
The fleas they're a flyin' right out of my fur.
I'm strainin' bugs through my clenched teeth,
And when we finally slow down it's an awful relief.

I go chase the cows and he hollers come back.
You dumb ol mutt now don't do that.
Then he tells me to sic 'em and round up his herd.
And wonders why I sit there like I don't hear a word.

He tells me to come, then he tells me to stay.
He can't seem to make up him mind either way.
He cusses and yells till I run away to hide.
And then we he needs me I'm clear out of sight.

So after lookin' at things through they eyes of a dog.
And the way man treats his faithful compad.
All things considered and the message we send,
I'm glad I'm not man's best friend!