My Dog

February 28, 2008
By Blair Latoszewski, Mattawan, MI

My Dog is always running
up and down the yard
her black and brown hair
shining in the sun
coming in from the house

she always says
begging for a treat
like she was dieing
throwing her favorite toys
always making so much noise
her barks boom and bang with excitement
her razor sharp rip though her food
her eyes as big as baseballs
her fur as smooth as silk

sleeping peacefully on her couch
the door swings open and she starts to run
coming into my arms after a long day

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