Yes Carol, They'Re Dogs

My three girls by Michael Hornschuch With great fondness I write of my three girls, They're always smiling throughout the day Chasing cats, and the occasional squirrels Searching the park, oh, how they play But mornings are rough, as I walk out the door, Their eyes all saddened as they wonder once more Will he return at days end, or is this our last time Since he’s gone, to the couch where we’ll climb Guarding the house in my absence -- they watch For burglars and thieves and postmen at four This job they take seriously and never will botch Militantly watching for a stranger at the door But each night I return, same as the day before, Ecstatic with joy, overwhelmed by my presence As if they were saying “don’t leave us no more!!” Each dog vying for attention at my sudden entrance What an example of God’s loving grace Suddenly playful, crazy and wild Each taking their turn at licking my face I spoil them rotten as each is my child