Tobie was a catcher,
a catcher in the rye;
he’d catch the ball I threw for him
no matter how far or high.
I miss my little catcher,
his cuddles and his ways;
but that pooch did live his best life
in the most mysterious ways.
My human …
gives me food.
My human ….
gives me water.
My human …
gives me love …
and protection …
and a place to stay …
and so much more.
If your human
doesn’t give you all these things …
then they darn well oughta!
Every dog has it’s day
Or so they say;
and if you’re a dog
I suppose that’s okay,
Bit, I’m not sure if they know
‘bout these things, anyway.
Graeme Sandford 