Montalban Brutus

My dog lives here, he's here to stay.

you don't like pets, be on your way.

he shares my home, my food, my space

this is his home, this is his place.

You will find dog hair on the floor,

he will alert you're at the door.

he may request a little pat,

a simple "no" will settle that.

It gripes me when I hear you say

"just how is it you live this way?

he smells, he sheds, he's in the way"..

"WHO ASKED YOU?" is all I can say..

He loves me more than anyone,

my voice is like the rising sun,

he merely has to hear me say

"C'mon boy, time to go and play"

then his tail wags and faces grin,

he bounces and hops and make a din.

he never says "no time for you",

he's always there, to GO and DO.

and if I'm sad? he's by my side

and if I'm mad? he circles wide

and if I laugh, he laughs with me

he understands, he always sees.

so once again, I say to you

come visit me, but know this too..

My dog lives here, he's here to stay.

you don't like pets, be on your way.

he shares my home, my food, my space

this is his home, this is his place..

-anonymous

(CHEESY as it may be...my mom e-mailed me this poem and I just had to share!)