His legs are long; his body is slender. When he is mad, it takes a lot to calm him down. His eyes are bright and shine at night. He can smell you from a dustance. When you want to work, he wants to play. He loves to lick your chin and forehead. When you hold him close, he us warm and tender. He is the most loyal of all creatures. He answers your call, always. Who is he? Your brother? Your father? No, he is neither of those. He is your friend, that beautiful dog.
Nothing haunts me like the words I don't write.