How much does he love me
Something I often ponder
As we go on silent walks
Through the trails we wander
Does he feel how much I love him
As we share our watermelon & steak
That's real love right there folks
Something that is tough to fake
Eyes are the windows to the soul
So often though many have said
If the nether eye of his were
He would smell as if he were dead
He wakes then sleeps at random
Or when he hears the sound
Of a crackling snack wrapper bag
He can cross the house in 1 bound
Growing so fast as I watch
Cannot stand for us to be apart
With him I'll never pee alone
This dog has burrowed into my heart
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