Ode to my Fawn Pug

Snorted, shorted, fur of rain
Shedding like wind o'er grain
"You stink! You stink!" the stranger cries,
For doth thy stink, like bugs, it flies.
But loving, laughing, is thy face;

Your master smiles, your master plays.
So snort and stink and shed away
Ye know I'll scoop thy mess today.