If you have a job without any aggravations, you don’t have a job. ~Malcolm S. Forbes, American entrepreneur and politician

Here I am, overseeing the garden,
Watching Mama’s pretty plants,
Chasing cute little bunnies away,
Listening to the birdies’ chants.

I’m lying in this patch of dirt
Beside the rolled-up garden hose,
Always attentive to my Mama,
No matter wherever it is she goes.

This morning she tried to walk my legs off,
Strolling around at break of day.
Don’t you think I’ve earned a rest?
Shouldn’t I really get a say?

Not around here, I’ve gotta complain.
Mama’s the alpha — the boss — she notes.
I’m just a little Monkey, you see.
Is it fair, the way she gloats?

Here’s a warning for other pups:
Choose wisely the job you want to do,
Else you’ll find yourself just like me,
Wishing for peace and a bone to chew.

Note: This is some sort of rhyming verse.