Sometimes I wish I could be my dog.
Sleeping on a pedestal and
Bathing in the rich sunlight.
Only worrying about the mail carrier.
Getting unconditional love from
Old and new faces.
Even if she stains bleach white carpets,
Or breaks everything in sight.
She is always forgiven with a smile.
Why do humans treat dogs with more
Compassion than each other?
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I could be my dog.
Sleeping on a pedestal and
Bathing in the rich sunlight.
Only worrying about the mail carrier.
Getting unconditional love from
Old and new faces.
Even if she stains bleach white carpets,
Or breaks everything in sight.
She is always forgiven with a smile.
Why do humans treat dogs with more
Compassion than each other?
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