Manolo is a dog so crazed

His electrifying, green eyes so glazed

As if with hallucinogenic excitement

Always favoring any enticement

Manolo’s a chocolate lab mix

With fur as brown as sticks

His pink tongue froths

Dripping as if broth

He lunged 

Across the sofa, his smooth paws plunged

His teeth snatch at 

A pillow, that,

Rips with each bite

Manolo challenges us to a fight

Manolo etches red cuts

Against our skin; my heart shuts

At having to put up with him

A young dog, always on a whim

Manolo also leaps at huge bounds

Landing on a table as if it were mounds

Of rock

At night, in his barred crate,

With no time to wait,

Manolo lets out clamorous noises

Similar to birds’ voices

He hates being alone

Always wants a reminder of home

From us

Manolo strides with orange-yellow energy

Never giving in to lethargy

Which my other dog, Brownie, had

Manolo, however, always has much more to add