Canine of the Next Best Thing

I watched as the dog scratched 

behind its right back leg with a 

rear left paw, vying to reach an

itch over an unattainable rump

Walking away I saw the outside

of self-awareness, and knew I'd

chomped down on a fate bone I

no longer had chance to eschew

As I leashed to my decided hope

the final choice here now known 

I do remember a grandiose place

'tis me upon spot fetching better