The Perfect Dog

My Jack Russell is quiet at last,

His head on my shoulder, a moment, will pass

As he's normally noisy throughout the day

Dashing this way and that, there’s no other way

That this ferocious chap likes to explore

From home to walkies and back to front door!

He’s sleeping now curled up fast asleep

Today he’s been out conversing with sheep

But the thing he likes best, yes the ultimate gig

Is with stone beneath paws on the sand ready to dig!

He does make me laugh as he gives this a go

Bottom in the air, tail wags to and fro

He flings sand behind him, as if he were big,

There really is nothing like a seasidey dig!

And after the beach as we headed for home

He lay in the car dreaming of biscuits and bones!

Oh yes, my dog is loved, he’s loyal and true

I’ve laughed and cried with him, as an owner will do.

Now he’s thirteen I’m delighted to say,

There’s not too much aging, and a desire still to play.

I hope that he knows that adore him I do,

Like his loyalty to me, my love for him is true.