Ode to a wrinkled dog

We have this funny looking dog
Her face is full of wrinkles
Two cats own her, heart and soul
And paws and tail and crinkles
Her bed of preference is the couch
She commands the car’s back seat
Pushes open every door she can
With her dainty doggy feet
She forgoes to fetch the paper in
Eschews chasing silly sticks
And can’t obey to save her life
I think her head is full of bricks.

call me jock

I am a most loyal supporter
A bit like an athletes jock-strap
Cushioning some of the bouncing around
And absorbing a lot of the crap
Invisible, functional and useful
Whether awake or taking a nap
Flexible, reliable, honest and here
Odd bits of binding and material scraps