Our Dog Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

Our Dog

Although he understands my voice
I know I'm never his first choice
He waits all day for her to come
She is his best and only chum
His joy when she comes home at last
It's wonderful to see how fast
He rushes to the opening door
Happily welcoming her home once more

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