I am a Boston Bull Terrier

I am a Boston Bull Terrier.
I can jump over three feet to my carrier.
I strut around with poise and attitude
I am rough, tough and most of the time rude.

I love to play and be very silly.
I will even go out when the weather is chilly.
I beg and beg for my master to throw the ball.
Competing with my big brother who is very tall.

The food is tasty upon my lips.
And I just love when they feed me potato chips.
I am fearless of the big hairy cat.
I pounce upon the mouse as big as a rat.

I sit close by mom’s side with my head on her knee.
Yet when she picks me up I am ready to flee.
It is my say so when I want to give love.
But most of the time I would rather chew on dad’s glove.

I raise cane and nibble on my sister Annabelle.
Until she starts barking and my master starts to yell.
“Gabby, you better leave Annabelle alone.”
As if I really care, so I go chew on my bone.

I sleep soundly in their bed at night.
They know better than to wake me before it is light.
Despite my bold outlook and communication barriers,
My parents love me because I am a Boston Bull Terrier.