Binkerton

You unlikely beast
A suburban truffle pig
Hunting for doggy treats
On the kitchen floor
Scanning methodically
For morsels of meatballs

You sweet muppet of a dog
Half-blind and toothless
But with a tongue
Like that of an anteater
And always hanging out
The side of your mouth

Your sense of time
Reserved only for meatball time
You never hesitated to remind us
It was 8 pm sharp
Even on daylight savings

We love you, Binky Winky