Living near the beech wood, there are always dogs around
They're a melting pot like people, from pedigree to hound.
There are those that tug upon the leash, impatient to run fast
While others pad sedately, sniffing people as they pass.
Their owners love them dearly; in all weathers they go by
Buffeted by wind and rain, or under sunny sky.
They are treated just like family and all of them have names
Some regal, some plain quirky or quite obvious like James.
All have personality; a unique style that's their own
They are loved by the whole family and sometimes guard the home.
They must “go walkies” twice a day; they keep their owners fit
Brown sachets come in handy to package any ....
They remain enthusiastic until the very end
So is it any wonder that they are Man's Best Friend?
(c) Poet in the woods 2014