Buck

So on the subject of that little dog that I was fostering...I have made it a rent to own sort of situation and he is now here permanently.  It turns out that the little terror of a puppy just needed some structure and thanks to the monster and I, he now has that. He is showing some great promise, he has already learned how to sit and to wait by the backdoor to go outside and not to sleep on Zoe's bed.  Oh, and also he is ridiculously adorable.

So I am writing about him today, even though it is not exactly in the spirit of a clerihew since he is a dog.  Poetic License in the house!

I've named my little dog Buck.
If you can't see why, then get your eyelids unstuck.
Since his origins are entirely unclear,
It is possible his grandpa was a deer.