Clank of the gate- he charges at the door.
The excited barks mislead one to run.
Timid I walk, unaware whats in store,
but he sniffs and licks and wags in welcome.
I am accepted- shreds my socks to threads,
jumps around, shows off his half-eaten toy.
Then, falls on the sofa with huge bulk spread-
the long tail swooshes and glasses destroys.
Unconcerned, he snoozes till clink of an ice
or a call of biscuit awakes him wide.
Suddenly, he is at your feet with saint-eyes
that butter you up, melt your heart every time.
Mischief done- he rolls over and over.
I pull his ears, he mock-surrenders.
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