Can there possibly be,
any more of a good-natured and
devoted friend than my big, brown dog named Rocky?
My dog; all he has ever known is my care.
In return, he has within
Him only one driving passion and desire,
to live along side and please me.
My boy is not petty, he does not hold any grudges.
He seldom nags, and never talks too much,
In short,He is the perfect friend.
Other than a hopeful encouraging gaze,
Two times a day, like clockwork,
He comes for food.
Rocky does not require much from me.
Except to be protected, loved
And treated fair.
Oh sure, he also lets me know when,
he needs to go outside to do his Duty.
Now that is so much more preferable,
to that other unpleasant option.
How **** smart is that?
Sometimes I don't even know,
when I have to go to the bathroom,
And I'm an intelligent human.
At least once a day, he
conspicuously stands at the
door, looking to go outside,
for a little exercise.
And gently reminds me,
that a brisk walk would
do me more good, than him.
I can sometimes be a little down,
When along comes my canine therapist,
And lets me bury my face in his soft fur,
drying my tears. Such is his nature.
Even merely going out to my car,
for five minutes,
When I return, I'm excitedly, and
lovingly greeted with a toy, as if
I'd been gone forever.
If I could hook up,
Rocky’s gyrating, maniacal tail,
to my house electricity,
no utility' bills would ever need to be paid.
Sometimes I swear,
that old boy of mine,
is actually smiling.
I like people just fine,
but I must honestly admit,
in the company of my dog,
I am completely content.
Sure, I occasionally I seek the
companionship of other humans,
As long as my dog,
can come along,
and attend the party, too.
When I was a child,
My father was never around much..
It was in the company of my first dog.
that I truly understood,
that dogs are people too.
Much smarter than
people give them credit for.
The only sad part
to this compatible pairing,
this marriage of the heart,
is that I must outlive my best friend.
Love is love and
gone is gone
can ever change that.
That loss has come
to me, more times
than I care to remember.
I weep and mourn and
swear to never ever,
suffer that pain again.
Yet,a sweet new
face with eyes that plead for love
can do wonders to heal
a sad broken heart..
Once more it begins.
I will open my soul
and embrace that precious
Searching behind the eyes of my new best friend
for a small glimpse of my boy, Rocky.
Remembering the look on his face when I told him
He was the best dog ever.
That’s what's important.