Why God gave me dogs was being there to listen to my every word,
caring about every important point, even the absurd.
Even though human language is not spoken by any pet
I wonder what they would say that I might regret.
Somethings are left better just the way they are.
I’ll just take my dogs sitting right by me, close, not far.
Plopping on my lap or an occasional lick of my face,
God gave me dogs to fill an empty space.