My coach must be psychic, 'cause she knows things I can't see.
She has these psychic visions, then she barks them out at me.
I've just one little problem in deciding which means which.
Sometimes she barks just so damn much, she's one loud little bitch.
I couldn't use a muzzle, 'cause she nuzzles so darn nice.
In fact, when she relaxes, I often take coach's advice.
Sometimes it's just "Scratch my ear.", or maybe "Rub my tummy."
That's her pay for coaching me. She's cheap, but ain't no dummy.
-hi-
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