Pugsby certainly looks like a dog, and
the boys certainly treat him like one.
“Here Pugsby, here boy!” they say.
“Pugsby, sit. Pugsby fetch.”
“Pugsby, chase them coppers.”
The coppers have been called to his house
thirteen times because neighbors claim
they see him burying bones in the yard.
Pugsby is great at chasing down the enemy’s
car and sniffing out his trail.
I would say all this banter is just plain mean,
except he seems to pant a lot and is often found
by fire hydrants.
One thing is for sure, the boss keeps him around…
or he just hangs around, one of the two.
“That’s a good boy, Pugsby.”