sunshine and belly rubs

(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. . .