I can understand mum

I know we have a problem
For it soon does grow too long
I can trip myself over with it
And of course that is wrong
When you comb me and it’s matted
Knotted oh it hurts a lot
It’s one thing having lovely locks
But happy I am not

I look at you with my black eyes
And what I see is Mum
I know she really loves me
And she is wanting some
Of my curly whirly hair
Wants to plant it in a pot
And grow another doggy
Which I don’t like a lot

I ‘m not keen on competition
It’s not that I’m unkind
It’s just I love the attention
It’s when I can unwind
And tell myself I rule tHis place
They do what I say
I get the food I like best
And they generally do say

They love me here but competition
Really that might mean
I lose my status in the place
Times are getting lean
And I am of course mums favourite
Which is how it needs to stay
Can’t have other dogs about
To threaten me today.