Dave Bonta's "Dogged" is four short lines, but they hold a lot of restless feeling. The speaker compares themselves to a spaniel, "uncouth" and a bit clumsy, and says they spend the whole afternoon "at hope." That's an odd, nice way to put it: hope isn't a mood that arrives on its own but a job, something you have to keep at, like a dog worrying a bone. The title's pun on "dogged" (stubborn, persistent) fits that idea.
Then the tone shifts. "Pleasure me" is blunt, almost a demand, and the last line asks to "let out the cat in my heart." A cat is the opposite of a eager spaniel: independent, sensual, a little wild. So the speaker seems tired of being the earnest, hopeful dog and wants a more instinctive, self-possessed kind of desire to be set free.
The mood is playful but needy. There's humor in the animal images, and underneath it a real longing to stop striving and simply feel something good.