"Give us this day our daily . . .
BONE, BISCUIT ? ? ? "
Dog Does Not live By Biscuit Alone
By: Thomas K. Hyland, Jr.
© December 5th, 1998
We have a dog named Heather,
whom we love just like a child,
a mix of Chocolate Lab and Doberman,
with ferocious bark, but manner mild.
At ball, she's quite a catcher,
when running she is quite swift,
she weighs in at about eighty pounds,
cause we spoil her, get my drift?
Sometimes we call her Missy,
so stately and so tall,
she's eloquent, when on a scent,
and gingerly lifts one paw.
So Heather does her cute routine of: paw, paw, kiss, little speak,
so she will get rewarded with a biscuit,
that's shaped just like a bone.
For ‘twas once said that,
"Man does not live by bread alone."
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|Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
|I'm a cat person myself but this poem made me smile.
|Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
|Tom, This was really great. I really like the picture too! Thanks for this write. Made me remember my dog, "Sunsine."|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|I liked this, and love that picture!