I’m going camping
I don’t have a choice
They don’t understand
My doggie voice
I’m happy at home
I sleep on their bed
I know when I’ll
Be walked and fed
When they go camping
They take me along
Because with them
They know I belong
The ride in their truck
Can make me sick
I always hope
We get there quick
When they arrive
At their RV site
Sometimes I don't
Act too polite
I won't be sitting
On dirt or concrete
The picnic table
Is my favorite seat
By, Randee Saber 6/08
