On my poor, goofy dog

Fat, sassy chipmunks
hanging out in my garden
make Steinway crazy.

He bounces and huffs -
Dash! Go get the fluffy fiend!
....wrong direction, boy.

My dog - he is cute,
but not so smart. He will just
lick them anyway.

(Steinway has chased the chipmunks about eleventy-zillion times. He has cornered one exactly once, and when he did he just stood there wagging his tail and grinning about it, debating whether he could tongue-bath it).