Hot Dog
He's small, barely eight inches tall
but those little legs let him chase the ball.
It's his favorite past time much to my chagrin
but I do it for the pleasure in watching him.
He's quick, he's fast
thrilled to chase or catch the ball as it is cast.
Too soon my enthusiasm wains
and playing endlessly becomes a pain.
The snow man made totally of snow
plump, round and cold
can hold the battered ball so old
and pretend to get ready to throw.
My dog with such a tiny brain
never let's his joy falter or wain.
There he sits without bark
waiting patient for the game to start.
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