Oh to be a Dog… Man’s best friend,
He won’t abandon his owner,
even until the end!
It would solve all problems… what to eat for lunch,
not enough sleep and working a bunch.
Instead… my domain would be the house.
I would hang out and wait to be fed,
Wherever I could find some sunshine
is where I’d make my bed.
No more worries about appeasing my friends,
No more worries about making a mends,
No more worries about money and bills,
Licking myself would provide all the thrills!
So this is my wish, should I die & comeback.
It’s not to be a Shepherd or Rhodesian Ridgeback.
Instead an English Bulldog, all happy and fat,
Spending my days trying to catch the cat.

Author: John C. Thomas

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