The Talking Dog

I once did have a talking dog,
Although he was not so well-read.
Nary a chat he did not hog,
Saying what came into his head.

He would converse on anything,
No matter what subject you chose.
Opinions as facts he would fling --
Who could know from whence they arose?

My friends often argued with him,
Until they turned blue in the face.
I indulged his every whim,
For I learned I could not keep pace.

One day we saw two men debate
In a political contest.
Love, more than for his dinner plate,
Seized my old dog deep in his chest.

So, soon, he started to campaign
For any office he could find.
His dog catcher run was inane,
But the voters seemed not to mind.

From catcher to mayor, he climbed;
Each opponent he did defeat.
His speeches and jokes were so well-timed,
Their own windbags they would deplete.

I last saw him leaving our town
For challenges awaiting out there.
I knew not to where he was bound,
But home was much quieter, I swear.