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My dog knows what we all need to know.
If he bites you, you might think he’s mean.
But I love my boy, I know he’s good. I sense his love.
He knows affection and routine.
Every morning after my wife walks him,
early, early, in the morning because he hates strangers,
he needs his time with me and out of bed I climb
to travel the stairs on the deck to survey the world
as he sniffs the surroundings and I scratch his sides
and he licks my face with affection
which lives with this unique routine.
I love him. I swear he isn’t mean.
We have two dogs, which my stupid wife
permitted my daughter to own
and we live with cats and dogs
now that my daughter is grown.
Love is a good thing. It produces a healthy echo and tone.
But I need to be careful. Leaving for work today
I made a speech to Milo about how much I love him
and I almost forgot my phone.
