The Joy Of Owning A Dog

It’s not the shape of his head
or the shine of his coat;
not the smell of wet fur
or the noise from his throat;
not the whisper of licks
that tickle your face;
not the shame in his look
when he’s fallen from grace;
not the tricks that he learned
’cause he likes the rewards.
 

It’s the times you’re upset
and he holds out his paw;
it’s the bliss on his face
as you rub down his back;
the knowledge that you’re
the main man in his pack;
the wag in his tail
as it’s quickly unfurled;
the love in his eyes
that says you’re his whole world.