Muffy the dog

Today I spoke to a local dog
It wagged a spotty tail,
I asked to give it’s little paw,
No wonder - this request prevails

It’s name was cuter than the cute
As was it’s furry fluff,
To some it may be odd or rude
They called him crazy Muff

Hi Muffy, dear little boy,
You know you are too sweet,
What would you like a treat or a toy?
Don’t be so shy or too discreet

We’ll keep our secret between us
I can’t resist your innocence,
For sure you’ll love my belly rubs
In social cases it makes sense

You were once owned and had your place,
The world turned upside down -
Exchanged the warmth to a colder space -
The streets of a hustling town

You know my old sport, you’ll be fine, 
Here are your treats and have some water,
We’ll play and walk all paths are thine
You are a King, the local squatter
 

* Muff - A fool, a stupid person

* Thine - archaic form of “yours”

* Squatter - a person who unlawfully occupies an uninhabited building or unused land.