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Bark If You Love Me

The alarm sounds loud and clear I stretch, yawn Glancing over I see a lump under the covers nary a muscle moved, I give him poke he groans, I hear a mmmmmm Slowly I make my way to the kitchen I am on automatic till coffee hits the blood stream The table is set in the colors of spring, oj poured, paper at hand Sitting sipping the nectar of the gods I wait for him to appear Suddenly I hear a thump, he has arisen, making his way to the kitchen, I hear a roar of a yawn, a thump, thump, bang, a muffled unwriteable mumble He walks over, kisses the air in my direction, I roll my eyes He sits also running on automatic, reaches for the paper, opens it the morning has begun His hand snakes out for the oj he knows will be waiting there Pouring his coffee I set it before him, the cup is raised to his mouth, a yelp he lets out, the cup hits the saucer with a clatter I hear a muffled , geesshhhhh thanks a lot I sit here taking in what I see before me shaking my head in wonderment Finally not able to stand it one more minute I flip the paper, knowing he hates that Huh, huh, what's wrong his eyes peek over the paper, Eyes glaring back I say to him, voice raised just a tad Do me one favor would ya Bark! if you love me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/9/2016 10:30:00 PM
Carol G, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT
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Date: 7/27/2011 3:55:00 PM
very humorous....bit confused if you are talking about your dog, or perhaps your son...anway nice write....God bless....Old Jack
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Carol Grant
Date: 7/27/2011 7:10:00 PM
I am sure my dog is drinking coffee reading the paper....guess I have to really write it out a,b,c 1 2 3...you really couldn't tell I was talking about my husband...

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