Dogs
Joy
Water
Pavement
Sunshine

Warm wet muzzle meeting me in the mornings making me open my eyes to find a kind inquiring pair starring back at me. A wagging tale dances back and forth as his mission of waking me is completed
It’s time to play time to get the day started
After a brief head rub he darts back and forth across the room as if to tell me I’m late for some great adventure
As I rub my eyes I can hear loud laps of the water bowl as long streams of drool dangle from powerful jaws that never do anything more dangerous than smile
Unless you are that squeaky toy
Then you must be destroyed at all cost
Until all of the stringy white stuffing has been spread across the floor.
But for now he’s mainly concerned with going outdoors snd hitting the pavement
His proud prance head either high up cockily showing off his beauty
Or head sniffing the ground as ptty pat sounds are made when his nails and paws tap dance under the sunshine to a tune being kept in time with his tale.
My sweet boy
My four legged bundle of joy.