A True Friend

My friend waves his tiny nose in the scented air,
he trots to and fro, not knowing where to go.
In this whole world, he has not a care.
He's much more than the average Joe,
He'd follow me here or follow me there.
He's my most loyal friend, that I know.
His floppy ears rise and fall,
His tongue hanging from his lopsided jaw.
His locks blow in the chilly gale;
A lood in his eyes seems to tell you all.
He looks so noble it puts you in awe.
When I walk by, he lovingly wags his tail.
The beauty is, he'd do anything for me.
With my friend is the best place to be.