My Dog

John Kendrick Bangs


I HAVE no dog, but it must be

Somewhere there's one belongs to me —

A little chap with wagging tail,

And dark brown eyes that never quail,

But look you through, and through, and through,

With love unspeakable and true.

Somewhere it must be, I opine,

There is a little dog of mine

With cold black nose that sniffs around

In search of what things may be found

In pocket or some nook hard by

Where I have hid them from his eye.

Somewhere my doggie pulls and tugs

The fringes of rebellious rugs,

Or with the mischief of the pup

Chews all my shoes and slippers up,

And when he's done it to the core,

With eyes all eager, pleads for more.

Somewhere upon his hinder legs

My little doggie sits and begs,

And in a wistful minor tone

Pleads for the pleasures of the bone —

I pray it be his owner's whim

To yield, and grant the same to him.

Somewhere a little dog doth wait;

It may be by some garden gate.

With eyes alert and tail attent —

You know the kind of tail that's meant —

With stores of yelps of glad delight

To bid me welcome home at night.

Somewhere a little dog is seen,

His nose two shaggy paws between,

Flat on his stomach, one eye shut

Held fast in dreamy slumber, but

The other open, ready for

His master coming through the door.