Our Dog Poem by Ray Feasey

The dog we got all those years ago
That flew up the stairs and left us in tow
That jumped and leapt and chewed the phone
And made us happy and protected our home

That played with the children, who now have their own
As they are no longer little having grown and left home
The one that seems to have squatter rights on the chair
Who now has streaks of white in her hair?

She’s still with us now as loyal as can be
Much slower and less agile although just as free
The walks take longer and the ball is chased less
But she’s our dog called ‘Sandy’ and she’s still the best!

Copyright © 2008 Ray Feasey