Life Without Dogs

What is it about dogs that make us love them so I suspect a life without them is not the full show Dogs are there for us, whenever we need Without judgment, or intent to mislead Their lives seem so simple, no stress, or strident demands Eating, sleeping, playing, waiting simply to obey our commands Even when times seem most intense Just watching a dog sleep can help make some sense Of things that are important, and those that are not When dogs are up and alerted, that’s when one should possibly be fraught What do you think gives them their sometimes fitful dreams? I’ve often wondered, what is a dog extreme? Maybe they worry for us, and that’s what frightens them so Or it may just be a chase that was prematurely let go Their lives can provide perspective on what really matters Unconditional friendship and love that doesn’t leave one in tatters If you’re looking for solace, some piece of mind Look no further than a dog, a companion so inclined Max, Woody, Huck, Bodie, Boomer and Jake All wonderful companions through life and some heartache I wouldn’t change a thing, grateful they were part of our being Their memory sustains us when we’re having trouble seeing So I suggest, a life without dogs is less than it should be Maybe think about a faithful companion, and see what it could be