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Dog Trauma

You got rain to pick up;
I got streets to sniff before it does.
My tail don't make no victims;
my tennis ball is drippin' in the mud.
Mhm..

Trottin' through the downpour;
Imma save my growl for when it stops.
Summer might bring drama
but imma take my trauma like a dog
and just shake it off.

I feel like a border collie
Locked inside a tiny wallet
You can drop me, you can drop me
If you want...

Lady like to call me -
she says that I'll be sorry if I run.
She thinks she's got my collar,
but I just bring the ball back 'cause it's fun...
there ain't no rush

So bring me your mist,
it won't get bit!
Any storm you send -
I'll take it like bliss:
imma make it my bitch...

'cause I feel like a border collie
Locked inside a tiny wallet
You can drop me, you can drop me
ooh, you can drop me, you can drop me
If you want....

I feel like a border collie
Locked inside your tiny wallet
You can drop me, you can drop me
You can drop me, you can drop me
You can drop me, you can drop me...
rowantree
Written by rowantree
(Rowan E.)
Published
Author's Note
I was playing guitar on my porch, and I saw an old happy black lab - grey muzzled and all - doing this lazy trot after his hurried master as the rain picked up. Just happy as hell.
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