What it feels like to be my dog, I wonder,
as she falls into a warm midday slumber.
She pounces on me when she's awake
while I am trying to pay bills, for Pete's sake!
I have to pay attention to her and stop,
or clean up poop, swinging a wet mop.
She insists on having me throw her balls,
no matter how urgent my phone calls.
On a customer dinner night out,
my husband brought her, without a doubt,
the tenderest and juiciest 3" T-Bone steak to date. It is true.
My life as a dog, happened, while slicing a piece for her and then; one for me too.
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