The Language of Love
Monsieur Ozzie dabbles in life
He is a master of hearing strife
With his little black mustache
And his tilted French beret
He invites me to bark each day
He tugs at his mustache
Stands back with his pad
Jots down a few notes
Then exclaims why he’s glad,
“You are finally home.
Please get me my treat.
Let me sit on your lap
And kiss your warm feet.”
This tickles me so, I must confess
My miniature dachshund
Has what most wouldn’t profess
Unconditional love
A soft fuzzy belly
And the distinction of making
My life more loving and smelly
©Kathy Paysen 2009
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You wonder where this is going
then it all becomes clear-I love the last line, this is a classic Kathy and different from your other stuff-love it! :D ♥
~The World has Gone to the Dogs~
Jewel,
Yes, the love of my life is a dog. The world has gone to the dogs. He is actually my daughter's dog, my grandson. In spite of all of life's sad stories today, he reminds me to stay cheerful. He is adorable, even after peeing on my bed, my couch...
You are a Jewel to be certain! I am always interested in your excellent feedback.
Have a very lovely day!
Warm regards,
Kathy
Dogs
I used to have two dogs once, a Jack Russell and a Border Collie-they were inseperable, the loyalist creatures alive! any time Kathy, I love reading everything there is on here :D ♥
so precious, aren't they?
as is this wonderful little ode to them. Thank you for sharing!
Take care,
Mark