Sausage Shaped,
teeth protruding,
their nightly snores
I find so soothing.
My real friends are Bulldogs,
true love twenty four-seven
Please God, will they join me in Heaven?
Duffy, Puddin, Fat little Frog,
who cares if they make noise like a hog
I love them, they love me. . . .
Unconditionally.
Truer love you’ll never find
then a dog with a stumpy, fat behind
Pet them, hug them, it doesn’t matter
I live to hear their feet pitter-patter.

Author: Jacqueline R Goodrich