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He sits up; alert
His head turns sideways, I swear with a grin
He slowly performs an extended stretch
A furrowed brow; my best friend

It's a pattern of behaviors
A Pavlovian routine I've come to know
Its as if he's trying to prepare me 
For the extreme love he's about to show

He leans into my leg
He slings a string of slobber across my shoe
I scratch him behind the ear
And good lord, he almost comes unglued

His tail wags wildly
He sprints around and around
He's here with his own special person
And he thinks - I'm the one he's found

As he begins to tire
He lays right beneath my feet
Occasionally he turns to look at me
Hoping I'll provide an extra treat

He's a mans best friend
A human stress and anger vaccine
He's not a therapist or a life coach
His set of skills are canine unique

As he prepares for the evening
He performs an extended stretch for the night
He curls up in a ball
Everything in both our worlds is just right

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