A Dog's Day


My pesky greets
Each day with trust
That it hold joy
And games.  It must!

She trusts she'll have
Enough to eat
And water cool
Perhaps a treat?

That laps will hold
And fingers stroke
And every word
Is kindly spoke

Some petting would
Suit her just fine
A tummy rub
Would be sublime.

A bone to chew
Or ball to chase
Sure puts a smile
On Pesky's face.

To busy to
Play tug he said
Perhaps he'd like
A Ball instead!

No one will play?
She does not weep
She snuggles close
And goes to sleep.

God grant I learn
What she has taught
To revel in
My daily lot.


Copyright 1999 by Linda A. Ives. All rights reserved.

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