ANYBODY OUT THERE?

As we struggle to grow,

if you'll just let us know

what you think,

'cause if you don't,

when next your eyes blink,

I might be gone, without a bone,

no caresses, all alone, and no toys.

I remember, as I waited with joy

when I heard those vols,

and wagged as they called,

no trouble with a good snuggle

as they sang my name.

I bless them all.

Never ending pups like us,

Yes, there's muss and of course fuss,

at times a good cuss -

But behind it all, just give us a call,

offer what you will, for we'll be here still.

. . . Dante