Two years together have flown right by,
Growing and sniffing the entire country side,
I'm still waiting for the day when you don't get sick on the way,
especially with how happy you are for a Sunday's slow drive-away,
You've put your weight on,
and jump pretty high,
Especially when the milk bone is gonna get inside.
I have to say that you make me feel good,
You want nothing but some love,
or a gentle pet on the back,
a little more room with me to take a nap,
I wonder if you know how much room you actually take?
for my Beagle Buster Boy snoring away!
I would never think it would be that much too,
But then again it feels absolutely great sleeping next to you,
Nothing against the cats in the room,
If that's your thing,
I get your grove,
But for the money give me a dog,
One which is brown and spotted with white,
one with floppy ears that almost hits the floor and drag at night,
A hound of some type,
Preferably a Beagles,
They love to hang out,
on the porch,
outside all the day,
knowing something will drop on the ground to eat....
Right there at his buddy's feet.
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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