It's Ruger

Open the door, pitch black Something pounces, giving me a heart attack Long tongue, licks me in the face It’s Ruger Containing excitement, calming down Follows me to the bedroom, as I lay Jacoby down Sniffs his cheek, but lets him sleep It’s Ruger Walk the house, assess the damage 14 hours alone, he caused much havoc Cookie jar broke, cookies gone It’s Ruger Trash tipped over, covering the backyard Mother’s moccasins, eatin’ and gone Father’s ancient cowboy, without a head It’s Ruger Time for bed, we race Takes my spot, I fight him for my place Sleepy and cold, his head on my chest It’s Ruger