I Wanted a Dog Part One

 The following is part of an original poem I wrote.

I had a dog for fifteen years.

He was my bestest buddy in the whole wide world.

We did just about everything together.

When he was a puppy we went of adventures.

We’d walk for miles and for hours.

We’d go uphill, we’d go downhill.

We’d go walking for three hours, sometime four.

His ears would flap in the breeze as he trotted up the street.

Everyone would look at his pathetic face and melt.

For he just looked so ugly he was cute.

He had a prominent under bite.

He had googly eyes.

He was ugly, but the ugly was cute.

He was very friendly.

He loved just about anyone he met.

He loved belly rubs.

If he thought you’d give him one,

He’d flop on his side,

It belly rob position.

He was fun to pet.

He loved it.

He loved to snuggle.

Such great comfort.

Just a warm body.

It felt comforting and reassuring.

Sure his fur was wiry,

But still it felt good.

And his tongue was useful.

He loved to eat.

He was my living dishwasher.

Give him a messy plate,

Come back a minute later,

Nothing would be on that plate.

It made washing dishes very easy.

And he made lots of doggie licks.

Sure it was slimy,

But his saliva was magic.

I know this sounds crazy,

But he cured my acne,

And he healed wounds better than Neosporin.

You’d have had to be licked by him to get that.

And oddly enough,

He loved vegetables.

Give him a plate with veggies,

They’d be gone in twenty seconds.

He even are the Chinese vegetables,

The ones they give in the plates,

When you ordered Chinese food,

                                                                   The ones no one eats.