Open the door, pitch black
Something pounces, giving me a heart attack
Long tongue, licks me in the face

It’s Ruger

Containing excitement, calming down
Follows me to the bedroom, as I lay Jacoby down
Sniffs his cheek, but lets him sleep

It’s Ruger

Walk the house, assess the damage
14 hours alone, he caused much havoc
Cookie jar broke, cookies gone

It’s Ruger

Trash tipped over, covering the backyard
Mother’s moccasins, eatin’ and gone
Father’s ancient cowboy, without a head

It’s Ruger

Time for bed, we race
Takes my spot, I fight him for my place
Sleepy and cold, his head on my chest

It’s Ruger