Off to work I go, home I come,

Twelve hours gone, does he realize even some,

Happy he is to see me, kisses and paws I get,

It doesn’t seem of any time lost he does fret…

I wish to take him along,

In my heart he does create a song,

He never does anything wrong,

Either way we will forever to each other belong…

When home I get, he speaks to me,

He lays on my lap, & won’t let me free,

Oh, such kisses I get, done so has he, since he was a little puppy,

My loyalty he has as I do his, he is the best and no one can disagree…

© ed J 11/6/06