He is short by leg standards but not by a shag.
Snouting is his forte' but he can't spell shit
He can smell but struggle at wont he cannot linguaise it
His arse works to succintly expell as well
He sleeps awhile to delete today as his only plans are for the morrow
I so do hate my dog as he being short of stature but of taller intent than me.
My ankles are sore from his nuzzling, my soul is sore by his capacity to give and be wanted
Such simple devotion so pure so focused on giving love for acceptance and so full of fur
Little does he know how my heart only beats for him.
And yet I thrive to insult him because he does not know that he does not have my original sin
If I were to be encumbered with lack of heart, I would rather be of legedness than of skin
Oh how I love my dog he is my next of kin.
And I so hate him and envy his rolling fluffy cuddleness and unconditional lovedness.
My short round hound is on the ground.