Over the Edge…

Comfortable in my bed, am I,

My paws do hang over the edge,

While daddy sits next to me and sighs,

How much I do love my daddy & his blue eyes,

He scratches my back, my belly, and my thighs…

Always is daddy there for me,

He chases away the flies and the bee,

Does not want to let me get hurt,

I won’t be around forever but that he doesn’t want to see…( nor I )

He takes me to work; we go for long rides,

I sit just behind him with my head on his shoulder,

He tells me I am his big boy, his little puppy, so contradictory,

But I love him all the same, according to him I am the best worldwide…

He makes me the best dinners, mixes them with pride,

Some of that dry stuff I don’t like every night,

He shares his beef stew with me, less for him, he goes denied,

He lets me run in the woods chasing sticks,

And takes me on beaches, he ends up chasing my balls floating away,

He lets me get all wet, then dries me off complainin’,

But I know he is not upset with me from the twinkle in his eye,

All in all I got a pretty good daddy, glad he adopted me, am I…!

                © Rufuz ~ 10/8/04  (& ed )