An Ode to the Labrahound.
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Tired and weary, I come through the door;
I hear the tail thumping against the poor floor,
she’s laying there waiting, delighted I’m there,
patiently sitting beside my usual chair.
She waits til I’m settled then leaps to my lap,
so much, I muse, for taking a nap;
she licks me to tell me she missed me a lot,
I pet her and tell her she’s really quite hot.
She runs to the back door to go out to play,
and turns around outside as I solemnly say;
“Not today, Lucy, I’m going to pass”,
she looks at me softly and the starts smelling the grass.
A few moments later, she barks to come in,
then waits for me to tell her, what a good girl she’s been;
then sets on the floor, glad that I am home again,
she’s loyal and loving, my little lab friend.
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