I’m here to scratch his back…
I am not the master here,
Nor am I the food giver, though I seem to be,
He gets it in enough places other than home,
But he has to take me out to roam…
He sits right next to me, pushing his butt in my hand,
Hey dad, scratch my back and don’t miss my head, in time to the band,
Why do you think when out for a walk I do rub my back on the land,
I need to scratch myself; I need to do so as I have no hands…
Just please dad, do scratch me really good,
Here let me stand yes I just did, I stood,
Feels better when I get scratched by mommy though,
She has longer nails, but you don’t mind, dad, scratching down low…
© 
ed ~ 8/15/04 [& Rufuz]
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too cute; love the animated figures and this clever poem; bravo! well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
when you're through scratching rufuz' back, i'm next :)
adorable! and you wouldn't have it any other way, would you, ed?
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Had to laugh out loud reading EddieKAKAKAKAKAKA....call 911 I am losing it!!
Love Tinka