Life Without Dogs
What is it about dogs that make us love them so
I suspect a life without them is not the full show
Dogs are there for us, whenever we need
Without judgment, or intent to mislead
Their lives seem so simple, no stress, or strident demands
Eating, sleeping, playing, waiting simply to obey our commands
Even when times seem most intense
Just watching a dog sleep can help make some sense
Of things that are important, and those that are not
When dogs are up and alerted, that’s when one should possibly be fraught
What do you think gives them their sometimes fitful dreams?
I’ve often wondered, what is a dog extreme?
Maybe they worry for us, and that’s what frightens them so
Or it may just be a chase that was prematurely let go
Their lives can provide perspective on what really matters
Unconditional friendship and love that doesn’t leave one in tatters
If you’re looking for solace, some piece of mind
Look no further than a dog, a companion so inclined
Max, Woody, Huck, Bodie, Boomer and Jake
All wonderful companions through life and some heartache
I wouldn’t change a thing, grateful they were part of our being
Their memory sustains us when we’re having trouble seeing
So I suggest, a life without dogs is less than it should be
Maybe think about a faithful companion, and see what it could be
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