ode to a very patient dog
You give me a baleful look when your eye has been poked for the tenth time today,
but you simply walk away and curl up on your beanbag.
When your ears get pulled and your whiskers plucked,
you respond with a severe licking that usually drives the culprit away.
You've been used as a stepladder,
and have been scolded many times for coming a bit too close to "MY bike!"
You've had yoghurt dumped on your head,
your blankets stolen from you,
and your bed taken over.
And there's another one coming in June.
We'll make it up to you, promise.
Happy 4th birthday, Jasper.