bambi, my dog

Bambi, my dog She was in a deep hole tied to a stone  I rescued her She was fearful of me and hid under the sink  when she did, but not totally, I think, trust me  I'm not of the kissing cuddle type that lets a dog sleep in my bed She was happy when I stroked her head after she had been chasing rabbits She slept in the hallway until I noticed it was cold let her sleep on the sofa In the morning, she didn't enter my bedroom stood and barked until I got up, telling her to off and let her out When she came back in, I made her a breakfast of cornflakes and milk Having been out, she jumped up on the sofa for additional rest, while I boiled meat  and bones from the butcher that I mixed with rice for her lunch when I sat trying to write, she sat on a chair watching and distracting me, I knew  she wanted to go for our walks When I drove to a cafe for lunch, I had to park so she could see me through the open car window when I came out of the cafe, she wagged her little tail like, I had been away for months Having had a glass of wine and in a good mood I patted her head, said she was a good girl What do you know, when a woman came into our life, she got covered in cuddles but in case I should feel left out, she came over to me for her pat on her head