My dog likes to chew sticks

So I look out for ‘em, gather ‘em up

And let him have his pick

Cedar, pine, crepe myrtle – they’re all fine

Afternoon delicacies for a spoiled Golden retriever

He likes the roots of bushes too

Thick and knobby

We sit in the front yard – he crunches on his stick

I eat my tortilla chips

It’s our hobby

We watch the blue sky and the clouds drift

We observe the little bit of traffic

He tilts his head back and gnaws on that long stick

I drool as I crunch on my tortilla chips

It’s simply fantastic

His treat is earthy, maybe sappy

Mine’s salty

Aaaahh – our sticks and chips make us both happy

Our little slice of front yard paradise

We hang out and crunch on, gladly