The Parable of the Absence of Specific Demands and an Identifiable Leader of the Movement

My little beagle howled at the garden door.
I asked, What do you want? What do you need?
and in response she squatted there and peed
an acrid trickle on the just-cleaned tile floor
which pooled around my Hudson boot.  I swore;
I should've found a more obedient breed
that didn't bark and heeled without a lead,
much less self-willed.  In other words, a bore,
my boyfriend said; you'd rather that she wrote
a laundry list of treats she likes and toys
she won't disdain?  If you just listened to
her body-lifting baying then you'd note
the lyric lexicon within the noise;
not demands, a poem! not real, but true.