My Dog

Indiana, you’re my most special friend, My friend who waits patiently throughout every single day. You know, I still can’t comprehend How you rip and destroy my pillows whenever we play. You run, you fetch, you climb and you chase, Then “sit” and “stay” and “gets back” like the kelpie you are. I admire that focus in your workplace And that you love going to the farm in the back of the car. And then the food, Indie, you’re like an ogre That breathes in a meal because you can’t wait. Devouring food like a bulldozer, Indie, it’s not a race to have a clean plate. Indiana, you’re my special friend in red, That has his own mind, but does exactly what he’s told. That sits beside me in this old shearing shed, Tough enough not to care if it’s too hot or too cold.