My Dog

My Dog.

Tosca is his name.
He is always the same.
Loving and true.
By my side he will stay.
Morning, noon and day.

He licks my face.
He wags his tail.
Never does he fail.
To comfort and protect me.

He can read my mind.
Knows whats to come.
When for a walk we go.
His lead he will show.

Knock on the door.
Telephone ring.
He will tell.
He is my ears as well.

A noise in the night.
He investigates without fright.
He keeps me happy.
Night and day.
I can tell.
I love him so well.


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Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Bennett Avatar
October 13, 2008 at 4:03 PM
Hi Norman, I love dogs, and I love this poem, are you doing ok? your Oklahoma friend, Oma
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July 20, 2008 at 4:17 PM
Hi Norman, a great write, LeeOma
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