Baylor is a Lab and Bloodhound mix

Who’s always full of tricks

He crouches low, claws embedded

Towards the ground, the dirt shredded

Baylor’s fur is as black as ink

And smooth like an ice rink

His long ears dangle and droop

Sweeping at smells as if they were soup

Baylor’s chest contains a soft, patch of white

Like snow falling at night

His shoulders subside like a wave

With ripples echoing throughout as if a long, dark cave

While rolling on the ground, light green grass hovers

Over Baylor, clinging on his fur like bed covers

Sometimes, Baylor bites and nips

Along with scratching through painful, claw grips

Like Brownie, Baylor runs all rapid and wild

His light pink tongue flicking into a smile

Baylor jumps swiftly with quickened strides

Along with running around on all sides

Of an enclosed backyard