by Armydillo » Fri Nov 18, 2011 7:29 am
Dusk's stomach complained too much not to step out and set off. As he padded along, his ears pricked, he parted his jaws slightly to taste the air for any fresh prey-scent.
Sometimes in life you've JUST got *.to.* move... ON.
And sometimes in life you've JUST got *.to.* ...stay where you ARE.
My Dog
You're one in a million, you're special to me. Affectionate, loyal, and good company.
You're there when I'm lonely, and life seems a bore, you cheer me and offer a comforting paw.
The look in your eyes says you quite understand, as you thrust a bewhiskered wet nose in my hand.
You never desert me wherever I go, you're a far better friend than some people I know!
I thank you by writing this short monologue, to my faithful, devoted companion ~ my dog. <3
© 1979 Jillie Wheeler.
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