Throw me a bone?!

You call me dish dog

Yet I bark at none

You throw me a bone-

And oh my god,

if I catch you not looking

I may snap up whats cooking.

your harsh words only inspire me

your mild insults only fire me

stand back and watch me burn

in your own dish pit you will learn

for there I am the master

call me what you will, bastard!

for when the snow is gone

I may mark my territory on

Your front door-

and ma by even more

watch what you say

or feel wrath of rabid gaze!