This a poem about my dog.
When i got him he was small,
but with his long legs he was already tall.
little floppy ears,
and a cold wet nose,
trying to cuddle up next to your feet ,
to nibble on your toes.
He whines in the morning,
to get out to feed,
and then barks at the door,
to satisfy his next need.
Always stays in the yard,
and comes when I yell,
Then lays down for a nap,
and does nothing as far as I can tell.
Then there is those times ,
when he wants to play,
and no matter what your trying to do,
he is underfoot and in the way.
I yell at him to settle,
and he will start to whine,
and then look at me with those blues,
and then I have to make him happy,
till his tail starts to wave again.
They say a dog is a man’s best friend,
Maximus sure is mine.
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