Dogs have habits, you bet they do.
They run and play, then eat and poo.
They Sleep all day, zoom, zoom all night.
They bark and bark, at something in sight.
They wait at the window or wait by the door.
To say hello to their people with eyes we adore.
Let's go for walk, they seem to be saying.
Really, oh really, that's my kind of playing!
They love without boundaries, they give the same way.
They are really true family and never, never betray.
Without them we are lost, so much that it hurts.
Pay attention to their habits, life with them, JUST WORKS.
Brian Hill - 2019#42
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
Dogs have habits, you bet they do.
They run and play, then eat and poo.
They Sleep all day, zoom, zoom all night.
They bark and bark, at something in sight.
They wait at the window or wait by the door.
To say hello to their people with eyes we adore.
Let's go for walk, they seem to be saying.
Really, oh really, that's my kind of playing!
They love without boundaries, they give the same way.
They are really true family and never, never betray.
Without them we are lost, so much that it hurts.
Pay attention to their habits, life with them, JUST WORKS.
Brian Hill - 2019#42
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