I worry when he's not feeling well
And not eating all his food.
He's not his happy frisky self
And he's in a sleepy mood.
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A Dogs' Life
I worry when he's not feeling well
And not eating all his food.
He's not his happy frisky self
And he's in a sleepy mood.
I fuss and cater to his whims
Because he's getting on in years.
I hope when I get to be his age.
Someone will scratch behind my ears.
Connie, nice poem it made me smile, it had an even flow to it........... Good Job, Nice Work James Casey