My side seat drivers,
Along for the ride.
Never diss my driving,
Never bruise my pride.
One sits in the back,
The other in front.
He’s a little older,
So he rides shotgun.
No matter the weather,
Keep their windows open.
Breeze blows in,
I’m either toasty or frozen.
No quarrels about it,
Never start a dog fight.
When I drive with them,
I’m sure to dress right.
They are great buddies.
Always ride together.
One rests his head,
Side rear view mirror.
This gesture he does,
Doesn’t block the view.
Great spirit of teamwork,
Between these two.
Heads pop in, then,
Again, pop out.
Eyeing the creatures,
Their smells about.
Then oh, so suddenly,
Those steadfast stares.
Two noses stretching,
Outward to fresh air.
These are not human kids,
But, hairy with four legs.
Always welcome for the ride,
They never have to beg.