when my dog whines

when my dog whines it makes me not want to have any children
and i love children
ive wanted them since i was a small child
i can remember day dreaming about wanting these children
knowing that in those days,
when i do have a kid
ill be able to hang out with some one just like me
someone that would recharge this spirit keeping it forever young
someone that would wear me out doing all the things that i had once done, and still love to do
only now that im older i know ill get tiered and i will have to stop and take a breath or two

this is what happens when my dog whines

and it takes me more than a breath or two to get past the whimpers that keep us both awake
him in his cradle and me in my bed
he has got his room right next to mine
but the bathroom door is in no way a mute to his never ending whines
"what is it water?, food, for sure i know you want love"
"do you need to go potty, or is it a chew toy you can get to?"
These questions i must ask each night before bed,
his whining always ringing inside my thick head

Yes i want a child,
someone to raise with their mother
a little guy with eyes like his father
someone to guide thru the forests and take on trips
a little girl that would have an older brother
someone to nurture and be a man for
yes i want to have little tikes to read books too
to cuddle up on the couch and watch sunday cartoons with
to cuddle up with mom with and take afternoon naps with
a healthy little family
doing healthy little things
in a healthy little home
where everyone gets good sleep

but these days its becoming harder to think like a father as the whining keeps me from my bed

Ive said some mean things abot this pup that make me question my patience
and i wonder what sorta mean things my father must have said when he must have lost his patience
cause i know if im sick or tiered tomorow im going to blame it on that whinny little dog
and this, this very fact is what brings me into disgust
and this, this very act is the one that torments my soul exposing rust
ive never been quick to anger
so quick to acting unjust
but when my dog whines,
its like when i witness the daemons clawing at my spine
for it is in this act that grips and devours my mind
for it is in his whimpering whimps that make me cry

and as i crawl into bed for the fourth time trying to correct his actions and in order to keep my head on straight
i wonder how much longer i can keep up the dream of one day having a child
cause god knows i struggle getting to them with the ringing of my pups whines in my head