I picked this breed of dog for the image as they are not bad dogs they just have bad owners. This poor breed has a bad reputation.
Mans Best Friend
He lies in the corner having a nap.
Then comes a sound
and he lets out a bark.
Its only a car that’s drove into the street.
He goes to corner
and returns to his sleep
When ever you move he seems to follow
In case its for food
and he gets some to swallow.
He will look at you, with those big sad eyes
When he gets nothing,
he will let out a sigh.
When you arrive home, he will be sat at the door.
He loves you so much,
its never a chore.
The visitors come, he thinks they want him.
Illusions of grandeur
and wags his tail on a whim.
He has a special talent of getting under your feet
You sometimes shout at him
but if you lost him you’d greet.
He is part of the family, a kid or a brother.
You could never replace him
with any other.
Our dogs are precious, their love shows no bounds
Life wouldn’t be the same
without them around.
Written by Jerri42
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Greet means to cry in the Scottish language.