What Am I?

The pup howled when he wanted to play.
Everyone said that his howl was lame.

He tried barking instead.
His bark was even weaker.

What other sounds could he make?
Maybe being a dog had been a mistake.

Next, he tried to meow.
It sounded more like a yowl.

He agreed it was pathetic.
Plus, it gave him a headache.

Quacking seemed more his style.
But the hound’s quack couldn’t even travel for more than a mile.

Now, he was depressed with his life.
He gave up the thought of ever having a wife.

Not paying attention, he walked into a post.
Posted on it was a flyer calling for a party host.

This gave the small dog an idea.
He could cater for a pizzeria!

Lucky for him, there was one down the block.
It was still open, according to the clock.

His first day on the job, the pup clocked in on time.
Thrilled to have improved his life, he let out a perfect howl, which echoed like a chime.

After all that he had been through, the puppy finally knew what he was.
He had been a dog all along.