My Dog Thinks He's a Human
by Christy T French
My dog thinks he's a human
He has claimed his place in our home
But he's more than just "human"
He loves to ride in a car
He misses us when we're gone
And if another dog wants to play
When we talk to him, he listens
Friday, March 22, 2002
And I have to say I agree
To say he's only a canine
Doesn't seem adequate enough to me.
It seems as if he's always belonged
Like he's one of the family
Another child to my husband and me.
He has finer qualities, you see
He's a fiercely loyal and protective companion
Who guards our family with intensity.
And does not mind going far
He likes the wind blowing across his ears and head
But wouldn't stoop so low as to ride in a truck bed!
And loves it when we come home
He'll stand on his hind legs and give us a hug
And look at our cat with an expression that's smug.
He'll look at it as if to say
The only ones with whom I interact
Are the two-legged variety
And that's a fact.
He knows all the verbal commands
And in his eyes always glistens
The joys of being one of the "humans."
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About my dog, a Weimaraner named Boo Radley, who I call a hu-dog because he seems to have as many, if not more, human qualities than dog qualities. |
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Christy Tillery French P.O. Box 297 Heiskell TN 37754 E-mail: readermail@ChristyFrench.Com |
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