To my overly hyper bully Brock, you have this adorable little strut,
That makes everyone we run across flock, to come pet your cute, wiggly butt.
You're certainly not that lazy bully, I'd always thought you would be,
In fact you're more like a wrinkly mini greyhound, with your endless energy.
It seems no matter how long we're outside playing, and running up and down hills,
When I try to get you inside you go crazy, and it becomes a battle of wills.
You lack some other key traits too, that I'd constantly heard about,
You hardly drool, snore or fart, and your tongue barely sticks out.
It's not all bad though, sometimes you even have moments of boyish charm,
When you snuggle up and attack me with those wet bully kisses, soaking my arms.
You're one of a kind my Brockstar and though we've only been together half a year,
I wouldn't trade you for any other bully my little brindle puppy, I love you my dear.