The Dogmother · Howling Moon Music
Desert-disco swagger. The anthem for everyone whose most loyal relationship has four legs.
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Dogs have never
Dogs have never
Dogs have never made me check their phone
Never left me wondering when they're coming home
Don't care what I'm wearing
If my jeans are way too tight
Don't care what I weigh
Or what I ate last night
Morning breath
Hair a mess
No makeup on my face
I walk through that door
Like I just won first place
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Made me check their phone
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Made me feel alone
Big or small
Rich or broke
Fancy car or barely rolls
Dogs don't care what kind of mess I am
They just love me when I'm home
Dogs have never
Dogs have never
Two-step Texas, Tennessee
Paw prints down in Amarillo
Dog hair riding shotgun with me
Everywhere that old truck goes
Got lost once in Santa Fe
Chasing a roadrunner half the day
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Cared what I drive or what I make
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Cared if the bills were running late
Bank account up
Bank account down
Still think I'm the best thing in town
Dogs don't care where the road is going
Just open the door — let's go
Dogs have never
Dogs have never
People like money
People like pretty
People like status
People get picky
Dogs want breakfast
Shotgun
And me
That's it
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Made me check their phone
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Made me earn their love
Fat day
Thin day
No-good-hair day
High heels
Bare feet
Half my dinner when I eat
Desert dust
Salt air
Dog hair everywhere
Dogs don't care what kind of mess I am
They just love me anyway
Dogs have never
Dogs have never
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Made me check their phone
Dogs have never, dogs have never
Made me earn their love
© 2026 Valentina Talor / Howling Moon Music. All rights reserved.
Dogs have never made me check their phone. Never left me wondering when they're coming home. That's the whole thesis, set to a Latin-Southwest dance floor with congas, palmas, and a bass drop that hits like a screen door in July.
This one's for every woman who walked through the door with morning breath and a messy bun and still got greeted like she just won first place. People get picky. Dogs want breakfast, shotgun, and you. That's it.
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