Doggone Poem by John Firhill

Running, jumping, skipping, panting,
twisting, turning, children chanting
through the woods, into the waters
with family, friends and neighbors daughters
Chasing felines, fetching sticks
Soaking sunlight, catching ticks
Watching, guarding, nothing fearing
Always loving, selective hearing
Barking once, twice for strangers
Louder yet for approaching dangers
Nuzzling, licking, pawing, bragging
can’t stand still, thick tail wagging
Companion, buddy to the end
Thank You Lady, truest friend!