Tale of the Dog That Licked Me (A Memoriam)

Poor old Sammy warming his tired bones in the morning sun the passing car excited him so he forgot his age and tried to run I got his breakfast ready something easy to chew with an added treat placing his bowl within easy reach in time he comes to his feet to eat I stroke his head and I am moved to reflect on the passing of time In dog years he is as old as dirt surely neither of us are in our prime Yesterday he could run like a little quarter horse doing what a dog does best Today he contents him self with short walks, gentle play and plenty of rest When he barks in his sleep his paws are on the run running and barking in his dream just having fun. He’s a Weimaraner in love with a Great Dane her legs go all the way up love is blind and he’s out of his league but that would be a beautiful pup As he guards our home all nobel nosed wearing that doggy grin I like to think his daydreams are of things that might have been In Memory of our beloved Samson see related poem: A Man’s best friend is his dog