My bark echoes loudly through the room as I bound
My mind’s stuck on playing with the ball I have found
We don’t speak the same language, my best friend and I
Yet he tosses the round thing and off I do fly

After four or five runs, he says “that’s enough”
Then we’ll wrestle around ’till I come on too rough
I give him that look with my pitiful eyes
My request for a treat he so often buys

He offers me comfort at the end of his bed
And for now I’m content to rest my poor head
He loves me, I know it, I ponder a while
With our paws touching slightly I break into a smile

I imagine he’s dreaming of our next game of catch
When he awakes I’ll be ready for the match
A man and his dog, best friends for life
If I could only convince him there’s no need for a wife.

Thanks to my husband for allowing me to share his photo.