Monday, December 15, 2008

For the Dogs at our place

My dogs live here, they're here to stay, you don't like pets, be on your way
They share my home, my food, my space this is their home, this is their place.
You will find dog hair on the floor, they will alert you're at the door.
They may request a little pat, a simple 'no' will settle that.
It gripes me when I hear you say'just how is it you live this way?
They smell, they shed, they're in the way..' WHO ASKED YOU? is all I can say..
They love me more than anyone, my voice is like the rising sun.
They merely have to hear me say'C'mon , time to go and play'.
Then tails wag and faces grin, they bounce and hop and make a din.
They never say 'no time for you',they're always there, to GO and DO.
And if I'm sad? They're by my side and if I'm mad? they circle wide and if I laugh, they laugh with me they understand, they always see.
So once again, I say to you come visit me, but know this too..My dogs live here, they're here to stay.
You don't like pets, be on your way. they share my home, my food, my space this is their home, this is their place..- Author Unknown



1 comment:

Shirley said...

Dog hair? Never noticed! Barking? Speak up, I can't hear you!

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