The poem that made up this lovely bulldog-

Delightful. Just another afternoon to relax.

I hope they don’t think I’m lazy,

They look at me like they think I am,

But they look at me when I’m not lazy too.

Does my breath smell?

Oh no, maybe it’s my gas.

I hope they don’t think I’m smelly.

I’m just so comfy though, maybe I don’t mind what they think.

I don’t mind.

I’m just so cozy laying here on my face.

My skin is so warm squished up against my eyes.

This is the life.

Zzzz.

Ah, oh no. I fell asleep. They are looking at me again.

Maybe I breathe too loud, oh no did I snore?

I need to breathe softer.

No, no. This is who I am. I know they love me for it.

They think I’m cute when I grunt.

And they giggle at my gassy ways.

I know they love me. How could they not?

Look how snuggly I am over here, they must be talking about me.

They must be talking about how cute I am.

I’m just a cute little bulldog pup over here minding my own business.

How could they not love me.

Oh man. I think I’m. I’m

Zzzz.