Grins.... You paint a superb picture of that little dog. Can almost see her.

Little dog sleeps, with a closed eye on the door
just for the moment sprawled out on the floor
an ears nervous twitch as the floorboards creak
and she waits, ever patient, for her master to speak.

she'll do as he says 9 times out of ten
as long as he praises and treats her again
if he isn't looking, she'll look for herself
and steal a small morsel from table or shelf

the master is up, and he's putting on boots!
she trembles and yelps and skitters and scoots!
off round the fields, the furries take flight
nothing is safe in morning noon or night

With all squirrels treed, and all rabbits gone to ground
she might come on back, if she's a good little hound
and walking back home bedraggled and wet
he'll worry she's limping and might need the vet

now back home and cleaned up, he sees that she's sound,
it was just her teararsing over uneven ground
now she's back in her spot keeping watch on the door
and the master, now seated, on his foot feels a paw.