My little dog
means so much to me.
He is here when I leave for work
and is here when I get home.
He is a comfort to be around
and he walks with me outside.
I make sure he fed and watered
before I leave.
He loves being with me
and we sleep together, too.
He is afraid of the storming
and a guard dog he is not.
But he barks when he hears
something that I don't always hear.
It is such a joy to hear him
barking when I get home.
I bark back at him
and I am sure he tries to talk.
We are adjusting to our family of two
where three used to be.
I know he misses her
just like I do.
When I type
he likes to get up on me.
He loves attention and affection
and he loves to run outside.
He loves to scratched
and when I pick him up.
He is all I got.
I love you little buddy.
