Part I
When I’m the last to get
inside I look down at you. And
see a wet black nose, orange fur,
black tired eyes that glitter
like the moon at night

part II
When I get up in the morning
I lay on the couch with your
tongue in my ear I
get up to get my toothbrush
but you’re already in the bathroom
when I eat, you’re so sweet
but begging for food so I
throw you a piece but
then come trotting back when
I’m going to the bathroom
you come in for a groom
from your head down
it’s a bit disturbing but
you’re the only one giving
joy to me in the bathroom

Part III
When I’m crying lick my
tears so… that’s a loving
puppy dog.