He’s so fluffy,
Duffy,
puffy,
My little doggie!

He lets me hug him,
Cuddle him!


Ǔ̠͚̲̤̰̮͊̓̽̌̐͘͟͞͝n̷̡̛̮̭͎͍͑̎̀͌̋̉̚l̸̨̼͈̪̦͙̽̍͌̾͘i̵̘̪̝̦̜̲̒̒̅͋͗̒­̄͞͝k̸͓͚͓̭͎͙̟͔̎̉̌͗̒͗̒̒̾̚͢e̫͎̦̤̼̯̋̈́̓̓̃̎͜ y̵̢̛̦̰̯͕̱̤̫̍̒̀̾͒͌͌̓͡ọ̸̡̤̹̠̝̃͒̏̕͞͞ų̷͈͉̜͚̘͎͓̔̊͆̓̃͐̄͢.


He’s so great to hug and cuddle,
He tries to resist, but after some rebuttal,
He gives in!


Ṯ̱͓͎̻͔̤͇̭́̏̅̊̚ͅh̴̨͈̮̟̞̜͇̟̞͗̌̂̂̽̇͞ǒ̸̰̘̦̘̪̹̟̺̂̅̉̕͞͠ự̖̣̥͍̙̫̆̓̈­́̀g̗̥̱̱̤͕͚͇̩̰̐̐͐͂̈̉̃̇h̵̡̨̘̖͇̞͗͂͒̉͌̽̍̚,̸̯͍͖̦̤̙̆̋͌̍̀̄̔͢͡ͅ e̱̤̩͕̤̝̞̰͕̦͑͛̀̄͑̔̅v̴̡̤̘̜͚̮͍̠̏͒̒͠͞ȩ̭̩͕̦̺͐̾̈͊̔̓̿͆̽͢͠ͅņ̵̮͔͙̭͎̺̥̾̍̒͐̔­͋̚ į̵̡̝̪̤̼̖̜̟̀̊̊̄̂̋͌f̧̬̝̦̙̠̠͈̾͒̃́̏̚͟͡͞ ḩ̴̣̹͇̞͖̮̒̄̓̀͝͞ȩ̶̲̻̪͕̖̱͉̮̰̾̎̉͋͒́͘͠ ą͇̹̰͇̳͖̪̅̑̉̓̑͜͟c͍̼̮͓̘͓̀̅͋̍̂t͇̬̤̗̥͔̜̲̖̎͋̈̀͟͠͡s̴̨̭̩̟̠̩̾͗́̚͟͢͞͞ ḱ̸͙̲̜͇͉͔̺͍̙̏̎̊͑̔͝͡͠ͅi̸͉̭͍͇̠͚̓̌̑̎̌͠͠n̼̞̰͈͑͒̍̈̓͜͠d̡̢̰̯̗͓̺͈̘̯̓̿̄͗̽̿̆­̕͡,̶̞̮̘̯͖̜̓̓̐̒̅͜͟͜
̶̢̨͈̱̺̻̳̞̝̋́̑̀̅͞ͅǍ̷͓̞͉͉̦̿͗̍͠͡͡f̨͔̗̘͕͓̺̍̒̐̊͂͌̆͜­t̷̢̥̮̳͙̭̺̏͋͂́͌̋́͊̑e̡̛̼̠͖͖͑͋̏͝ŗ̮̮̫̺̤̠͇̤̞͊̓͌̀̕ ä̛̜̥̜̫̞͍̣̝̗́̀̓̉̾͆͝ͅ w̵̨̨̗̳̪̞̼̓̉̀͗̐̾̚͜͞͝h̤͇̖͉̣̒̈́̑̇̒͐̂̉͛͢͞ȋ̶̢̡̫͚̪̓́́̔̃͜͜l̵̢̛̼̲̱͍͎̼͇̯̥͌­͋̈́̿̚ẻ̱̬̤͔̻̹͒̃̄͊̊̌͘͘,̨̳̱̼͈̃̐̓̑͠͝
̨̛̫̹͍̯̰̰̞̂̃͗̄̕J̨̰͍͕̣͇͇͙͇̬́̎̒̓̈̔͘­͡ȕ̲̗̬̦̲̟̱̈̂̕͝s̡̨̨̱̱̤̰̼̽͐̇̑̎̍͂̾͆͜ţ̶̛̭͚̤͕̜̈́̃͗̍̊̽ l̡̧̰̞̮̤̞̀̄̀̋̓͢ì̷̡̛͍̠͕̭̞̺̝̑̑̉̂̽͆͢͢k̴̼͖̬͖̜̟̰͍͑͊̏̓̀̓͑͂͘͘͟ë̴͕̞͈͈̋̿̌̈́­̔̆͆̑͟͝ y̶̡̝̱̹̗͍̗̝̤͔̌̽̆͒̄̓̕ö͖̦̥̰͎͒̃̉̓͞u̗͉͉͋͋̈̋̚͢ͅ a̸̧̫̣̠̔̌̃́̓̌́̇́͡ͅs̶̢͇̺͖͎̰̗͋̔̓́̕ş̨̨͍̙̯̓͊͐̇͌́̔͟h̵̭̹̫̠̫͎̦̃̇̓͆̎̓̅͌́͘ó­̢͚͍͈͌̑̋͐̈́͢ḷ̴̢̮̬̹̤̍͆̒̋̾͒̑̐̑̌ẻ̷̡̮̦̗̹͉̦͒̅͛̆̕s̢̛̫͕̫͖̋̃̓̐͠,̘̻̳͔̱͗̄̏̀́­
̪̩̠͔̦͋̍͒͛̈́̆̈͋̓̕͜͟Ḫ̷͖̘̯̑͌͛̈́́̿̎̑͜͢e̴̡̯̪̪͈͙͕̜̍̐̄͛̎̅̈́͡͝ l̷̡̥̺̼̪̇͆̋̇͋̽̂͋̚e̢̗̙̺̫̽̍̑͡͡ͅȁ̸̡̛̛̯̺̞̹̠͂͛̆̕͘͜v̶̧̧̜͉̼̝̼̈͗͐̔͛̂͌͒͡͡ę̴­̳͍̪͉̌̒͌͂̃̿͊s̸̰͉̩̲̳͎̃̿̇̌͐͋͠ m̷͔̻̯͇̙̤̟̭̈́͒̎̓̔͛͟͡e̶̢͖̬͎̎͒̂̉̔̈̈̍̑̀͟ a͔͚̟͇͉͂̆̒̅̄͒̍̉̀͝l̝̩̻͕͎͇̪̙͊͛͊͑̉͆̽̽̕ǫ̧̡̲͉̥͍̙̑̒̽̓̒̓̕͟͝͠ṉ̶̺͙̪̮̩͓̭̓͊̈̍­̊̋̈̚͜͝ę̪͙̲̥̪͂̅̃́͌̏̏,̛͓̦̰͚̠̿͌͂́͟
̷̨̙͓̥̮͍̼͊̃̐́̋̍̀͠C͇͎̙̤̜̝̪̀͊̐̇̂͒̈̉ò­̴̧̭͍̟̺̜̣̹̭̲̇͋͂̆͒̔̽͝l̢̢̼͕̘̻̱͉͈̺̽̂͗̄́̕d̶̛͇̼͕͕̩̋̌̽̂͊̍͋ t̟̫͕̗̄̓̉̆̉̀͟ó͈̞̼̣͎̩̗̝͌̿͌̾͘͜ͅ ť̵̯̝̙̰̼̏́̐̊̿͘͟h̡̰̰͔̜̗͉̻͓͈͆͆̐̿͒͛͘͝ė̢̧̢̩̖̦͉̼̂̒̉̔̾͗̀͠͝ b͕͍̭̩̝̪̋̽̑͋̀̒̈́͒o̴͉̠̮̲͔͉̙͆̃̈́́̽̇̕n̻͓̤͖̟̱̠͗̔̅̈͛́̽̏̈̀͢͜ě̴̦̪̬̦̩̻̩̞̅͗­͌͂̽̍͘,̶̲̹͓̟̖̝͙͙̯͎́̃̉͌̂̉̃̽̓̕
̖̰͍̟̹͛͗̏̊̾́͆̉̚͢ͅB̸͉̘̝͔͚̬́͗̆̅͐͢͢ù̷̥̮͇̗­̰͚͑̉̑͊̂́͢͜͠͞t̛͇̟̲̟̭̯̐͑̿͐̌̒̂͑̇ͅ Į̠̞͇̗̗̂̿͗̋̑̚ a̺̱̟̩̙͌̓́̿̔̀ļ̲̯̟̳̂̂̂̌̄͋̅̍͡͠r̫̼̙̤̪͉̮̣͔̟̀̐̈̕͠e̷̫̮̬̜̘̭̱̠͙͇͗̋̉̒̀̎̚͝à̵­̹̟̜̮̳̯̂̑̂͗d̸̥͇̯̘͖̮͉̂̎̎͐̎̓̔̕̕͜͢͟ỹ̭̞͚̺̗̩̀͒̑̅̕͡ k̶̹̖͔͎̳̂̌̅̌̊̌͌͘n̨͈͕̬̺̤͉͈̠̠̂͊͊͐̿̍́̓͘o͔̮̼͍̦̱̝͊͆̊̾̆͜͞w̴̨̩̘͔̭͎̰̍̑̑͌̆̄­̀̕͟n̪̭̫̦̤͈͓̊̾̓̓͐.̶̪͎̯͈̜̗͓͗̔͑̐̔͠


He’s so warm, and fluffy,
He’s my little doggie buddy!


Ḃ̟͓͇̬͛̋͟͝͡ű̷͇̞̟̘̜͓̮̮͓͙̆̓̊̽͛ṭ̵̩̭͊̏̿͊̂͂́͌͟͜͢͞ ḩ̛̦̗͉̈́͊̔͆̂̽́̇͘͢ë̡̮̘̱̳̤͙̳͇̟́͒̀́̍’̶̨̙̤͇̱̹͓͌͒̒̄͐̏̏͢͢͡ͅş̸̨̢̛̘̜̰͊̂̀̾͊­̈́̚͜͡ 1̸̡̛̮͔̮̙̭͙̠͕̙̽̐͊͗͆̍̌̕0̬̫̯̟̮̦̌̓̉͂̉̉̑̇̒̍͟ y̢̩̖͎̤̌̑̊́̀̾͆e̬̥͍͚̤̯̰̫͉̮̋͆̅̉̊̌͑̊̄a͚̺̺̰͎͇̪͈̓͛̌͒͘ṙ̴̡̞̯̯͚̗͒̈͒͐͗ͅs̜̲̞­͔͖̏́͒̌͂̉̈̾́͘͜ͅͅ o̷̙̭̯͕͖̅͗̍̊̒̂̓̕͠l̵̡͚̝̼̼̺̲̑͂̌̌͡ͅd̢̗̰̖̟͗̊̀́̾́̚͘͜,̣̹̩̘̝̾͐͒̓̆̚̚ a̵̩̬͖͖̫͇̫̩͒̽́̍̈́̊̄͐̄͞ṅ̸͓͓̰͇͔͌̔̃͟͜͠͝͡͠d̶͔̤͙̙̙̥͎̙̬̉̏̈́̇̅̊͌͛͟͠ w̶̡̧͇̳̘͕̳͕͗̅́̈̽͊͞ͅͅi̬̙̦͍̮̯͑̌̓̋͑̋̎͝l̴̺̝̠̻͔̬̪͔̱̩͌̊͂̽̚͞͠l̵̨̢̠̜̳̩̥̞͚̋­͛̄͊́̑̽͂̈́͟ d̶̩̳̣̭̣̰̐̓̋̎̃͌͐̾̈́̎͢i̵̢̢͙̞͎͙͉͛̎͆̐̀͆̀͗̃̚ẽ̸͍̪̞̯̳͍͕̗̃̀̏̑̄͊͠͡ ş̷̨͙̹̝̭̞̀̋̒̿̆ǫ̣̘̬̗̙̤̣͋͆͗̾̐̽͟͞ò̴̢̟͔̖̻̯̱̈́̓́͠͝ñ̴̮̙̱̜̲̻̹̺̓̋̕͞,̢̛̥̮̩̭­̗́͊̚͢͠͠
̧͙̗̹̮̜̋͐̄͑̊̇̆͑̕E̥͇̱̭̠̺͔͓͐̑̈́̾̀̂̉͝ͅv̡͕͍̣̬̖͚̑͒̒̔͊̉͗͘ͅe͉̼̝̟̩­͉͙̓̑͋̇̾̏̓̇̂̕ṋ̤̱̪̫͔̂͂͋̅͠͞ t̤͉̩͔̪̩͚͔́̇̎̐͡ͅō̵͉̯̪̼̳͈̉͋̅͜͝͝ t͕͕̜̯̬̳̔̌̈͂̌̍͢͠͠h̞̠̳̭̩͙̪̙͗͗̄̓́̑a̤̣̲̲̬̥͔̱̱͇͗̈̀̈́̒̂͊̚̕t̵̢̡͓̜̺̓͐̂͛̓̉­̅́̚͢,̴̨̢̩͈̟̻͓̍̏̓̃̍͞ İ̼̠̫̞́̿̀͜͟͝’̛̛̖͉̬͉̖̎̏̇̒͟͞͝m̘̻͔̗͓̺͎̌̏̃̄͆̕͢͢ n̹͕̳̬͉̆̀͐̽̆̍͡ͅǫ̸̡͚͈̩̯̪͗̆͂̓̆͐͐͞ͅt̷͖͚̜͎̥̦̯͋̆͌̐͘͢ i̛̯̻̰̖͇̓̑͌̈́̽̃̕͘͞ͅm̷̧̬̻͎̲͈͙̹̙͛̿̆̆̋͟m̼̩͉̭̮̥̝̹̬̊̑͆̈̋́̽͒͠ư̷̫͈͇̞̻͉̦̓̈­́͋̉̒͘ṇ̵̞͈̘̹̼̌̋̚͜͞͠e̢̛̲̱̟̟͐͆͆̋̾̏.̸̡̡͕̜̗͚͌͆̈́̈́͗́̎͜.̥̻͍̻̫̩̳̆͑̈́̋́͢͝­.̡̢̡̜̗̖̹̲͈̈́̊̇̿̚ͅ
̧̞̭̬͖̪̐̊͐͆̐́́͞͠ͅĻ̴͚̗̖̳̰̞͚̫̽͐͗̀̾̋̌͘̕͟ḛ̵̛̖̤̺̰̘̅̓̓­̕͘͢͠ͅa̵̬̳̹̼͈͉͎͎̞̭̐̂̀͑͊v̷͍̭͙̹̠̊̓̓͗̄̈̃̓͢͝i̵͍̤̭̫̿̎͑̒̈́̑̚͘͟n̵̼̳͇̞̝̒̓̌­̓͐̽̉̕͟͡ǵ̗̻̗͇͔͕͗̎̈̑̅̉̽̌͝ m̵͇̖̞̤̪̖̺͖̽̆̾̎̀̑̀͘͜ę̪̠̥͓͎̘͇͑̊͊̀̉̀͗̂̕ͅ e̱͇̱̮̜͇͙̬͐̎̋̇̕v̢̛͓̘̻͔̱̮͈͛̇̉̽̉͐̍̚͢ě̶̼̫̜͇̙̖̜̩͉̉̊́͢͠n̵͍͎̖̪̮̺̲͋̆̽͂͌̃́­̃͊͢ ḿ͍̙͇̖̘̔̀͊̑̓̉̚̕̚ô̴̘̥͍̹͖͈̠̌́͒̃̒̿͋r̡̼̣̗̭͕̹̽̀̃̉̔̅͜͝ḙ̸̩̝̬̖͛̀̌͑͘ l̗͓͍̻̹̙̗̥͂̏́̀̀̌̃ò̴̢̢͎͎̠̫̲̣͉̆̿͋͜͝n͓͈̞̘͕̱͇̞̈̽͆́̽͡e̸͍̩͈̝̱͌̈̏͋̐̆̈͞l̵̨­̛̬̟̤̝͎̱͇̅̈́̓͛̐̉̄̕͠y͓̬͍̞͚̅̊̍̌̽̉̀͢͟͠ͅ t̤͖͇̬̃̈̋͊͢͜͠ĥ̴̨̯̻̪̭̪̬̯̍͆͋̐͗͆̍͟å̟̼̙̘̠͑̾̎̃̃̌̀͊͂n̛͉̘̬̞̪͈̏̿̽͐̉̅͘̕ Į̛̺̟̯͖̻̐̂̐̋ ã̩͖̰̗̤̙̒̀͋̏̅͟͞l̸̛̲̼̥̩̩̯̈͗̾̾̄̓́̕͝r̷̤̲͍̺̪̻̾͊̂̀͐͗̾̚͟ḙ̶̛̼͖̪͚́͂̅̐ȧ̸̭͓̙­̞̳͇̯̣̳̽̓̎̂ͅḑ̴̨̧̪̼̥̭͕͍̗̈̔̆̈̇̔͌̓̉ỳ̠͉͇͈̬̑̊̾̌̕͜͢͢ a̧̜̗͈̤̅̽̆̍͂͘̕͡m͓͍͇͙̺̈́͆̂͌͗,̨̻̣̮̥̳̆͛͐̈́́̉̈́͆͡͠
̶̛͔̞̦̗̦̱͆̅̿̍̈́̇̐͘I̘­̹̫̼̲̣̠̫̟͛͊̓̉̂’̢̩̹̫̥̣̳́̆͑͆̕l̢̡̡̖͕͕̱̗̼̅̆͑̔̽͂̚͜͝l̢͙̩̖͗̓̒͂͜͡ b̸̠̝̝̜̗̯͆̃̎͐͊̈͌͌ë̡̥̜̻̯̇̔̽͝ s̸̹̹̪̱̹͕͉̦̙͈͒̋̋̂̚̚t̶̬͎̯̯̩̱͍͒͌͐̑̈̈́̍͋̕ͅǘ̵̥͕̯̙̠͙͙̊͌͛͞ͅc̸̞͖̺̙̝̪̼͎̣̀̿­̄̑̓̈́̀̈k̩̪̺̺̦͎̃̊̔̈́̊̊̀,̨̨̳̰̻̰̹̅̄́͒̿ i̡͍̗̞͙̹̟͊̓̀͌̀̎̏̚͘͜ņ̶͕͙͔̫̻͕̮̱́̇͌́̃̏̍̃ e̛̹̮̗̖͇͎͛̔̑̇͗̕͘̕͞ͅt̸̡̧̰͈͔̙̩͓͆̄̄̿͛͑̽̚͠ͅẻ̶̛̮̬̝̰̗̠̀́͋͆͒͡ŕ̵͓̫̠̻̖̘͉͂̉͑­̒n̷̙̼̣̖̺͖̯̘͊̆̂͌̃͞ą̛̳̗̼̩̳͉̓̍̊̍́̚͢͠l̸̼̭̪̩͚̩̮̰͚͖̉͋͊̌̃̍̄̔͞ ḩ̛̯̤̪͔̘̙̝͍̣͌̄̓̏͘e̴̡̨͚̻̻̦̗͐̉͑̉̄̾͋͛͠ͅl̷̤̙͓̹͔͕̒͌̓̇̕ͅl̸̢̻̪̘̮̹̜͙̎̑̅̈̈̀­̏̑͞,̶̧̧̬̙̰͔̪̝͎̽́͗̄̀ͅ
̶͎͚̯̫͍̝̭̪̈́̑͒͑̂͝W̡̭̮̺͍͉͙͛̈̇̔͐͌̍̌͘i̬̥̮̗͉͖͈̗̓̀­͐̑͛̀̿̄t̵̢̹̹̞̣͓͑͋͐̑̄̆͂̕͟͜͢͠͝h̶͉̭̖͕͎̮͑̀̌̂͋͞o̯̭̥̙̭͒͂̅̓́́̓̏̀̕ṳ̶̢͓̺̟̙̞­͊̆́͒̃t͖͇͍̹̞̋̈́̏̋͛͆̑̚͝ ť̷̨͍͔̪̮̹͎͕͓̄̂͐̌́̏͞h̵̢͈͉̯͓̯̾͌̏́͐̚͡e̵͎̫̝̰̬̤̐̌͑̿̈̈͆͠ c̷̨̞̮̱͒̿̍͌̈́͢ͅọ̵̢̜͉̺̳̙̩̍̄̋̎́̕͢͡m̧̢͙̙̦̥͍̐͗̃̐̀̓f̝͇̻̞̝̩͙̱̰͂͗̽͑͐̈́ͅo̧­̝̥̥͆͆̇͋̀̋̎͢͟ŗ̵̢̙͍̫̰̻͍͂̂̿͞͠t̸̛̛͚̩͕̞̣̅͐͛̋̿͌̚͝ͅ ǒ̶͕̭̤̘͔̜̖͔̄̔͒̅̈́̕͡ͅͅf̷̢̛̤̳̗̰̩̭̬̼͚̀̍͌͋̀ m̸̬͖̱̳̫͍̼̌̓͐̅̋̀͠ͅy̟͇̪̬͍̜͖͌̓̌͐͗̇̇͗͘ d̤̮̗͈̟̠͉̞̈́̂͐̓͐o̶̡̢͔̻͎͙̠̙͛̔̀̿̈̑̔͝ͅg̷̛̖͉̰̰͗̌̈́͗̀̈̂͜͝͝,̵̡̫̮̯̘͌͗̌́̀͢­͢͜ e̷̡͚̪̹͍̟̱̦͛̃̅̓͂͂̓̐̋ͅv̴̗͉̣̙͍͚̦̽͋̐̔͛͊͂ȩ̶̧̛̥̫̺̣͓̈̒̏̋̂̾̒͌̚ṉ̯̰̘̺͑̈̋̏͢͝­.̴̻̮̹͎̙͒͗͒̈̃̀̔̑̈́.͕̘̗͉̦̮̝͙͒̓̒́̚͢͟͝.̲͙̬̦̠̮̺̠̝̔̑̏̑̌

Why's he the main course
and I’m just the leftovers?

Her eyes glance across the room
That look of loving no other has
The hair tossed as she turns to face me
She crosses and uncrosses her legs in  anticipation
I go to stand up and she is upon me
Her tongue wet and on my face
Ok Ok I'll get your lead and take you walkies

There he goes again in the shadow of mine eyes,
just in periphery always out of sight.
He watches every moment and never leaves me be.
He's an unwelcome companion who won't leave me be.
He won't leave me be and  I can't hunt him down,
Or pay another to make him leave town.
You see you can't see him you don't know he's there,
he's my black dog not yours to share.
So only I see him and only sometimes when he wrestles and messes with parts of my mind.
I know you don't see him and that's ok but try to remember he won't go away.
You may have a black dog that no other can see.
Tell us about it and help us to see.