A con for the ages

Was walking down the way
When to me great surpray
I came across a wee canine-ish lad

I kissed and reached me hand
When off across the land
I heard a great commotion; I’d been had!

It was a nasty trick!
The wee canine-ish prick
Had brought along his pack of mangy mates!

Surrounded now am I
A barking party by
And though I run they follow through me gates

Inside, I lock the door
But ‘las, ‘twere not before
The pups went round and came in through the back!

So now I’ve fam’ly got—
Though, by my choice, ‘twere not—
If even they are just a rowdy pack.