Dogs 3 Poem by Phil Soar

I'm tempted to say I prefer them.
Dogs

No mood swings, just companionship
Plus love

It may be open to question
Not for me

Owning many dogs for many years
All ending in tears

But still I went back for more
Inciting much woe

But in the end loved by everyone
Hated by none

Talking points when out and around
Creating friends

Some whom you might have never met
But now forever friends

And their dogs becoming part of you
By default

When life needs a lift, look no further
Than right under your nose

But not theirs

They know it all, and give so much
Oh for the touch

Of a dog

Or Two