…that cold moist nose in the morning,
next a lick across your cheek.
You try to hide in the blanket,
but he thinks it’s hide & seek.

…those sad brown eyes, the ears held back,
the head that’s hanging down.
for you raised your voice to scold him
while your face conveyed a frown.

…that faithful friend that sleeps so close
and watches all the doors.
You needn’t worry where he is,
’cause you can always hear his snores.

…keeping those memories of devotion
that’s filled with loyalty…
and always that ‘tug at your heartstrings’
from this canine Royalty.


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