I get upset, maybe over a mouse that does not work,

Or I just say an errant word or a four letter one,

I don’t seem to raise my voice or falter,

Nor do seem to notice myself of anything alter…

Still he comes over and at me & does stare,

He sits next to me, looking at me like a hungry bear,

He lays his head on my knee with a loving glare,

I bend down to hug him & a kiss I get as if he does care…

How does he know I am the least bit upset,

Granted if I was to no one in particular yell,

But even when I am still basically calm,

He comes over and rubs against & licks my palm…

He is my dog, my protector, my companion,

Between us our bond is quite tight,

We treat each other with everything right,

I am his dad, he is my boy, as well he is my loving light…

© ed & Rufuz 4/14/09