Squeak, squeak.
Cujo chews.
Squeak, squeak,
Says his favorite toy,
The one the nice
Human-ghost boy
Helped him fetch
Not that long ago.

He loves his toy.
Squeak, squeak.
Cujo thinks as he chews.
The boy is nice.
The boy is fun.
Cujo decides
He loves the boy
Almost as much
As he loves his toy.
Squeak, squeak.
(But not quite as much.
His toy is
Pretty hard to beat.)

How can Cujo
Thank the boy
For saving his toy
And playing,
And romping,
And petting him?

He stops chewing-
No more squeaks-
To think as hard
As a dog can think.

Cujo knows!
If he loves his toy,
Then so will the boy
And his almost-mate
And his pack-friend
Who pounds on metal.
They can all
Play together!
Cujo grabs the toy and
Flies away.

The boy is fighting.
Cujo helps.
He bites the
Mean hunting female
And barks.
She get mad.
Really mad.
She shoots at him
And destroys his toy.

No! No!
Cujo yowls in despair.
His toy! His beloved toy!
He bites the
Mean hunting female
For revenge.
She shoots him,
And he yips in pain.

The boy takes him
To the place
With the portal
And lays him
On a soft bed.
Cujo bleeds.
The boy, human again,
Makes him better.

Cujo hides for days
In the boy's den,
Avoiding the other hunters
Like the boy
Told him to.
When the boy comes back,
He wags his tail
And begs for belly rubs.
The boy always gives them.

And Cujo loves the boy.

When he's all better,
The boy gives him
A present.
It's a new toy!
It's just like his old toy!
Cujo licks his face.
The boy laughs.

Cujo goes back home
With his gift.
He now loves the boy
Much more than his toy.
Squeak, squeak.

...I don't think this is exactly what GhostDog had in mind for this prompt. Oh well.

-Corona