tan shaggy-haired sheltie
comes barking to greet you
tail wagging nervous
you’re someone new
pointed nose sniffs clothes
you lower your hand to pet
fingers buried in mass of fur
man and dog well-met
master calls and he obeys
heading out for a break
chasing birds in backyard
hope has no give or take
you kneel to play some more
asking for a perfect paw
rolls over on his back
trusting tummy rub law
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