I’ve been feeling under the weather,
It is winter and bones can get cold…
Especially when you reach my age
And your two-legs keeps saying “You’re old.”
*
Now, I know that in ‘dog years’ I’m eldest,
Though the theory has been disproved
That I’ll age seven years in your twelvemonth
So the argument leaves me unmoved.
*
Because, me, I’m a puppy when playing…
I can chase, fetch and squeak things all day
Where she’ll only survive for an hour
Before she tries running away.
*
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Thank you 🙂
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Feel better soon, Ani!
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I’ll try 🙂
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hope you are feeling better soon, ani
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So do I ❤ Thank you!
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Just such a nice and lovely poem. I’m part dog too, Sue,
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There is no better way to be, David 🙂
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Does it bother you that your dog friend is a great writer? And a poet too?
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And that she is a far more successsful writer than me? Not at all… she is cuter too 🙂
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Feel better soon!
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Thank you 🙂
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Ah Ani, I hope by the time you read this you are feeling better.
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Thank you… a good night’ sleep and I’ll be fine now 🙂
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Sweet. 🤗
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🙂
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