I scold my dog in the voice of my ancestors

I scold my dog in the voice of my ancestors
they would smile at my commands to heel
to sit and stand, like salute or koutou
​to paw and touch when startled 
to leave it, I said leave it, when the outsider's temptations appear
to wait at the door, to be the last one through
to drop when holding what is wanted
to down when overcome with joy
to off when warmth is needed
to out when I am hurting 
to out when I am nauseous to out when I am broke to out when I am lonely

they would nod approvingly when no command is needed 
for stay