You big and lumbering hairy mate, <br />What is left that you haven’t chewed? <br />After wolfing whatever is placed on your plate, <br />And then you are grovelling for food. <br /> <br />As you sit in the cab of the van, <br /> Watching us enter the store, <br />We know that it’s safe from any man, <br />When the hairy one is watching the door <br /> <br />You get us up early in the morning, <br />By using your wet cold nose, <br />If the slobbering kiss does not wake us, <br />You whine with a sweet repose. <br /> <br />You love it when out for the walkies, <br />Bounding all over the place, <br />Because we are walking more slowly, <br />You are forcing a rise in the pace. <br /> <br />Yet when we look into your bright yellow eyes, <br />And see the love light glow, <br />Our heart skips a beat and our spirits rise, <br />Because we love you so.<br /><br />Anthony Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-our-dog/
