Wet black marks on a clean kitchen floor, dog leads all over
the place
An irate husband repating each night "this house is a total disgrace"
Long dreary walks in rain soaked fields, trudging the
miserable street
All of us hate it but we still plod on, because its good for
their feet
Terrified postmen and nervous friends, neighbours who glare as
we pass
Flowerless summers and bulbless springs, and lawns without any
grass
Bills from the butcher and bills from the vet, half eaten bones on
the stairs
The scratches of paws, on fresh painted doors, if its in the house,
its theirs
Great big body in front of the fire, while the family
shiver and sneeze
But no one has the heart to complain, so we sit there with rugs
on our knee's
Friends often ask me, "What makes it worthwhile - What can there
be in it for you?"
"How can you stand all the work and the rows and still love them
as much as you do?"
Thump goes the great tail as I enter the room, soft eyes light
up as I speak
A gentle heart that so joyously gives, the love and acceptance
I seek.
What could be more rewarding than that, and such a small price do I
pay
For a lifelong companion who lives just for me, who loves, protects
and will stay.
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