A Dog's Day

I fret

I’m cold, tired, and wet

I’m shaking, thinking of the vet

Will she take me today?

Why do they always take me away?

Why can’t she stay with me today?

But it’s okay

Later she’ll take me out to play

That will make my day

She’ll say, “Good girl”

And I’ll do my twirl

I wish the car ride didn’t always make me want to hu, hu, hurl

But that’s okay

I love it when she pats my head

And when she taps the bed

I snuggle up against her

Rubbing my nose on her belly and chest

I lick her face

To let her know she’s the best

People call her my owner

But I just call her mom

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