He says I can get up on his bed,

He tells me when to go poopies,

He feeds me and lets me eat what I want,

He plays with me while we walk,

Most times as well we have a good talk…

We romp and he tosses the ball,

I growl and wait for his call,

I only bite him with the slightest pressure,

Okay, maybe in the bite I need a course refresher…

He tells me how he loves me,

How I give him my love for free,

I know this as I am of course me,

Please god of the dogs don’t let me die,

For I do love this guy I call he…

© Rufuz * 8.31.2006