Wagging

Two brown eyes set in silky fur

Sit on the hearth and look into air
The little dog with the cutest face
Patiently waits; knows his place
But not for nought is my resolve flagging
We all know which tail does the wagging
He plays his hand and wins the game
Every contest the result is the same
He may demur and hide if I holler
But it's definitely me who's wearing the collar