Me and the dog had a sandwich for brunch
(Well, for me it was breakfast, for her it was lunch.)
She follows me into the kitchen like glue
Just in case I might rustle up something to chew.
You don’t eat alone with a small dog in tow
And if you forget she will whine so you know
That she’s starving to death, hasn’t eaten in weeks…
Just so you’ll believe her she’ll suck in her cheeks
And manages somehow to look so pathetic,
With puppy-dog eyes that are purely cosmetic,
That there’s no way you’re eating that sandwich alone
Not unless in your breast beats a heart made of stone.
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Aww, what an adorable and sweet poem. The little dog is doing her duty. 😍
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She works so hard at it too 😉
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She’s the best.
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She is 😀
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😍🥰
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Adorable dog
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She is indeed 🙂
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Quite brilliant
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Thank you, Danny 🙂
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brunch mates!
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Every meal 🙂
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That is one sweet face! 🙂 🙂
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That dog gets her own way with everything with that face 😀
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