What a dog

Here's to the sweetest dog I've known. Fred Eaglesmith's song doesn't fit exactly, except about knowing some things I don't. We miss you Zooey, you're a good dog.

I've had him for years.
He used to get up when I'd walk by.
Now he just lifts up his ears,
And he thumps his tail on the floor
When I talk to him.
When I talk too long, he just ignores me, And goes to sleep again.
He's a good dog.
I got him as a pup.
I tried to teach him all the tricks,
Then I just gave up

'Cause he never acted very bright,
Though his eyes they've got this glow,
And I think he actually knows some things
That actually I don't.
And he never barks at strangers,
And he never barks at cars,
And he howls at the coyotes
While they're howling at the stars,
And he scratches at the back door
Till someone lets him in,
Then he scratches at the other side
'Cause he wants back out again.

He's a good dog,
But one of these days
I'm gonna have to drive him into town,
And have him put away
'Cause he don't hear that good no more
And he can't hardly walk,
But until then I look at him
And I say to him
He's a good dog.