An Ode To Our Dog
You big and lumbering hairy mate,
What is left that you haven’t chewed?
After wolfing whatever is placed on your plate,
And then you are grovelling for food.
As you sit in the cab of the van,
Watching us enter the store,
We know that it’s safe from any man,
When the hairy one is watching the door
You get us up early in the morning,
By using your wet cold nose,
If the slobbering kiss does not wake us,
You whine with a sweet repose.
You love it when out for the walkies,
Bounding all over the place,
Because we are walking more slowly,
You are forcing a rise in the pace.
Yet when we look into your bright yellow eyes,
And see the love light glow,
Our heart skips a beat and our spirits rise,
Because we love you so.
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