My small dog waits in the grass
for me to hurry up.
He needs to keep me in sight,
and that's hard on a pup.
He likes to chase things that move
and sometimes things that don't.
Most things I want him to do,
well, you can guess--he won't.
And yet I love him dearly,
he needs me more than most;
'cause if he didn't have me,
he likely would be toast.
© Julianne Carlile
2010

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