Dogs - Poem by Paul Warren
I have a little Moodle
Who loves to sit
With me and licks my hand
He follows me where I go
And is first in front of the heater
He tolerates the cat and they play
Sitting at the front wire door
He barks at who he sees
The house is his to patrol
And you will see it's true
Try getting in without him knowing.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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