Rocky

I love coming home from school and hearing his paws
scratching on the door, excited to see me
I love it when he wakes me up in the morning with his
slobbery kisses on my face
I love it when he cuddles up with me in front of the fire in
the evening
I love it when he stares at me through the window, his cold
nose against the glass
I don’t love it when he brings me his toy to play when I’m
getting ready
I don’t love it when he jumps on my bed with his muddy
paws after a walk
But I love him, he’s my dog
And my best friend.