I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss. I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind. Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate. I raced through the house, and scattered my toys, Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise. Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle.
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble. My darling goodnight'. I love you anyway. So thank you God for giving me This human person that I see The one who hugs and holds me tight And shares her bed with me at night. The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.