Shambles.
He's my dog.
He doesn't do much really,
Except sleep like a log.

He doesn't chase the postman,
He doesn't catch a ball,
He can't be bothered
To wag his tail,
Or do anything at all.

He isn't scared of thunder.
He doesn't mind the rain.
He, maybe, gets up for his dinner,
Then he flops back down again.

He's probably not exciting.
He doesn't run and play,
All he does is sleep and eat,
But he's my dog anyway.

x*b