Chester’s a Texas toy—but don’t be fooled,
He’s a cowboy at heart, tiny but ruled.
Half Shih Tzu, half Poodle, full boss of your space,
Two years in charge, ruling with grace.
Banana breath bandit with those pleading eyes,
One whiff of his treat and sanity dies.
It’s his gourmet obsession, his ultimate prize,
He’ll spin and beg for that sweet surprise.
Favorite toy? A raccoon tail he stole,
Stripped from a costume to achieve his goal.
You turned it to squeaker—a DIY crime,
He squeaks it with glee at all hours of time.
Squeaks fill the house when you’re trying to think,
He won’t be ignored with that hideous squeak.
Who needs your focus on boring old chores?
He’s staging his circus on all your floors.
Friendly with people, soaking in praise,
Rolls on his back demanding your gaze.
But let a big dog cross his path and it’s war,
He puffs up and roars like never before.
“WHO SAID YOU COULD BE SO BIG? GET OUT!”
He’s five pounds of terror with absolute clout.
Napoleon complex in one fluffy lap,
Ready to scrap—this cowboy won’t nap.
He naps where he wants—on chairs you adore,
Laundry bags? Perfect. He’ll claim even more.
Move him? He’ll glare with dramatic flair,
As if you’re the monster who dared to care.
Privacy’s gone—he’s glued to your side,
Always your shadow, your nosy guide.
Watching your every questionable choice,
Judging you softly without any voice.
Adopted and spoiled, he’s living his dream,
Texas-born tyrant, head of your team.
Your chaos commander, your heart’s tiny jester,
Banana-breathed ruler—your one and only Chester.
