With brown stripes in his eyes <br />he peeps at me <br />as if he does want to say: <br />“Mom, did you loose some of your love for me? <br />Why don’t you tickle my tummy anymore? ” <br /> <br />He turns his spotted face towards me. <br />“Mom, did you loose some of your love for me? <br />When are you coming back? ” <br />He turns his body and sings his love song <br />and when I do return he jumps for joy. <br /> <br />He is a funny guy that only eats on command <br />and the saucy meatballs seem to be his boss. <br />He tries to bite them but they always get away. <br />“Mom, ” will always be his plea: <br />“Please come and break those stupid things for me.” <br /> <br />Knocking at the door is his waking call in the morning <br />but when my darling comes to visit, <br />Jacky will always slip by to mark off his territory, <br />lovingly jumping onto my lap <br />while in his eyes he challenges Gert <br />as if he knows that he is the king of my heart <br />and he is just a dog <br />but thinks that he is my child.<br /><br />Daleen Enslinstrydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-jack-russell-called-jack/
