I think that I have never known
a dog as handsome as my own.
He wakes each day with eager feet.
He dreams each night of bones and meat.
A dog that begs at master's heel,
and lifts his paw to seal the deal.
A dog who that in summer takes
a swim in cool deep ponds and lakes.
The fleas they quaff his blood like wine.
Between his toes, the tics, they dine..
On humankind this dog relies,
for food and bed and cakes and pies.
Any fool can make a hog.
But only God can make a dog.
Mary Sullivan
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