Dogs Poem by Phil Soar

It's cold, it's wet
And yet
I walk the dogs in all conditions
And smile all the time as they make my day
Nothing breaks their stride
They seek the sights and sounds that make their world
I try to vary routes so that they get the best of times
Searching amongst the trees and fields
Identifying who has gone that way before
Sniffing
Knowing more
Than we ever can hope to understand
We speak to them as if they know our language
But all they do is read our minds
Our actions
Our emotions
Aren't dogs great?