Reciprocal affection.
The frozen snow squeaks under foot and solid ice fills every rut
My little dog skips merrily but I must tread more carefully.
He is far better off than me, a lower centre of gravity
is carried safely on four legs But I must walk as if on eggs.
He’s full of boundless energy. Pauses only to sniff and pee.
He has to leave behind a sign. This is my street and its all mine.
But once we wend our homeward way. He nips inside without delay.
He snuggles down on the settee and falls asleep immediately.
As I strip off my outer clothes and try to warm my frozen nose
with a mug of hot coffee. The Little tyke snores peacefully
They say that dogs are mans best friend. I think that viewpoint must depend.
On whether you accept that he is happy in your company.
His love is unconditional and totally illogical.
You are his God he worships you and will do anything for you.
But he expects that you will do as much for him as he for you..
Wednesday,06 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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