by Tessa Dick

Created on: June 05, 2009

A Dog's Life is Accepting

Bandit lies on the living rom rug,

accepting a tummy rub and a scrap from my table.

Muscles ripple under his stiff black fur,

accepting the touch of my hand.

Dogs of all shapes and sizes are always accepting

whatever we give them -love or abuse.

The happy pug dogs cuddling in their soft bed,

accepting the loving kindness of a rescue home,

the sad beaten collie tied to a tree,

accepting the life of misery given by some human monster.

Dogs always accept what we give them.

I accept that I must give my dog love.

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