She glares at me with warm brown eyes; Her posture, firm and unyielding. I glance from my laptop to her face, And she sighs, impatiently…still waiting.
I think I know what she wants; But is it time? No, not yet. I glance upward at my clock. So what does she want me to get?
She changes her posture and lays down on the bed; She rests a front paw on my wrist. She’s annoyed with me now and makes a low growl, In hopes that I’ll get the gist.
I’m not very good at reading dog signs, So I have to guess at her need. It’s either she’s bored and wants to play catch, Or maybe it’s time for her feed.
How would I live without her in my life; And how did I manage before? She lights up my days and keeps me in tune, She’s my life-saver for sure.
Few things I have with me can give my life joy, Like the joy she inspires in me. Sweetie’s well-named; she’s a ‘sweet-tempered’ soul, And a gift that keeps giving sweetly.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
My sister and ex-sister-in-law often say that my dog, Sweetie Pie, behaves much like a real person. They describe as being “a whole human”. She amazes us.
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