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A Best Friend

September 15, 2011
By Anonymous

A golden retriever who doesn’t retrieve
Just runs into the woods
Expecting me to run after him
To get the stick that I threw
He comes back looking for me
To see that I haven’t moved
He runs circles around me
Trying to get me to fetch the stick
He fancies himself a human
And acts like I am a dog
People say
Dogs know who is their master
Not Otto
But he sure is best friend

The author's comments:
My dogs are like brothers to me, so naturally I wrote about them. This poem is about playing a game of fetch in the woods with my dog Otto.

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