(from a dog's perspective)
the blisful backround hum
of children running around in the living room
and dropping bits of carrott from the counter
for me to feast opon
as i lay here
in front of my sliding glass door
that leads out
onto the poorch
weathered by it's many years of existence
the late morning beams of sunshine
lighting up my beautiful fur
iluminating the gorgeous mix of dark browns
that in the dark
look like a hideous shade of black
and warming my full stomach
i pant in happienes
as i feel the small hands of one of those children
start rubbing my stomach
i smile a slobbery smile as i think to myself
this is the life. . .
the blisful backround hum
of children running around in the living room
and dropping bits of carrott from the counter
for me to feast opon
as i lay here
in front of my sliding glass door
that leads out
onto the poorch
weathered by it's many years of existence
the late morning beams of sunshine
lighting up my beautiful fur
iluminating the gorgeous mix of dark browns
that in the dark
look like a hideous shade of black
and warming my full stomach
i pant in happienes
as i feel the small hands of one of those children
start rubbing my stomach
i smile a slobbery smile as i think to myself
this is the life. . .
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