My Dog ©
Anne Dickson
Irvine, Scotland
2006
I have a dog.
He is my friend.
He'll love me till the very end.
We play with sticks.
We play with balls
he runs wherever they might fall.
He brings them back,
for me to see.
And wags his tail about in glee.
He is stubborn.
He is bold.
He rarely does what he is told.
He can be bad,
he can be good.
But love him like all dog lovers should.
He is my friend.
He is my pet.
He licks me so I get all wet.
He never leaves my side you see.
That's why he is a friend to me.
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