Her brown eyes implore me
for my crackers and cheese.
She can't speak a word.
She'd like to say "please?"

Her paws nearly touch me
as she army crawls close,
leans in with her muzzle
and twitches her nose.

Because she's part mastiff
her drool runs in rivers.
It drives me nuts watching
and gives me the shivers.

Her tail wags in hope
with each glance her way:
"Am I gonna get treats?
Been a good girl today!"

Her begging's elaborate,
she puts on quite the show
'til I finally relent
and say "Here you go".