Growing up a Dog…by Rufuz

I was a baby there,

Though they did treat me quite fair,

I yearned for a daddy or mommy,

Never did I believe I would get both,

They have since treated me with such great care…

Daddy keeps me fed,

And though he works till late,

He leaves the cool air thingie on, I feel great,

He has had a hard life, but as far as I am concerned,

God has for him, because of me, wiped clean his slate…

I love to nibble on his hands,

And give him licky kisses on his hairy face,

He runs away from me, though I always win the race,

Catching and admonishing him, anger he never has, not a trace…

Of my daddy I cannot speak more highly,

Than to say of him he has given me the life of Riley,

Plenty of cold water to drink; Kibbles & Bits to nibble,

He lets me eat ice, so cold in the heat; it is really nice,

So lucky am I to have such a great mom and dad,

Wish all the doggies in the shelter could have the same and be less sad…

          © RUFUZ ~ 8.11.2005