This is our dog, Dusty. He came to us as an inheritance in March. He has very quickly worked his way into our hearts. He is 3 years old and lively with lots of energy. He has an understanding of how to manipulate us to get his way. He just has to look at us with those big eyes and he is sure to melt our hearts. It is hard for me to leave him when I have to go to work. I see him sitting by the front window and he is watching me go. I always wave bye to him and he looks so sad. Now I have this poem that a friend wrote. I wanted to share it and it goes like this:
Is He Home? by Glenn Anderson
Is he home?
Grab the bone, grab the bone.
At the door, ears up, tails wag,
Wondering will the day still drag.
Feels like he's been gone a year,
Stand there and stare.
Been waiting all day,
Just want to play.
Turn knob, turn!
Been bored all day.
He knows we want to play,
So why does he go?
Frisbee in the hall,
Just throw it, throw!
He pats our head,
He rubs our belly.
He shows us love,
Even when wet and smelly.
We go for walks,
And have meaningless talks.
We love the woods where we can race,
And we love to lick his face.
But we don't like to be alone,
So please come home.
I will be retiring soon and then we can have great times together, every day, and we'll both be very happy.
'Til next time, Love ya, Jean
