One hundred pounds of pure joy,
this is Murphy, our alpha boy.
A toy for you, one for your brother,
you don't want yours,
you want the other.
Playing ball, like the Yankees do,
you may miss a catch or two.
A plastic bag means only one thing,
a treat for us that you did bring.
When you hand out the treat,
watch that you don't get knocked
off your feet.
Wet and sloppy the kisses never end,
he wants you to know you're his
best friend.
Sleeping in a king sized bed is
unsurpassed,
You're on your back,
four limbs in the air,
life is great, what do you care,
if there's any room left for
your loved one to share.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
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