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My
Dog
My
dog
is
more
than
just
a
furry
beast
who
barks
and
laps
his
water
from
a
dish.
He
is
my
friend,
to
say
the
very
least,
who
tries
to
be
a
good
dog
as
I
wish.
He
lets
me
know
when
there's
someone
about;
I
need
not
fear
a
burglar's
breaking
in.
He
keeps
me
safe,
of
this
I
have
no
doubt;
his
love
surpasses
that
of
kith
and
kin.
He
knows
my
moods
and
never
questions
why,
forgets
each
time
I
act
a
bit
unkind.
He
doesn't
cheat
or
steal
or
ever
lie;
he
is
the
truest
friend
I'll
ever
find.
When
I
am
sad
he
tries
to
lick
my
hands,
with
soulful
eyes
that
say
he
understands.
Copyright
©
1998
Ruth
Gillis
Previously
published
in
RB's
Poets'
Viewpoint
July
1998
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