Dogs.
Gotta love ‘em.
They eat shit.
They roll in it.
Gotta love ‘em.
Their breath peels paint.
They smell like hell.
Gotta love ‘em.
Here they come.
A-bounding with joy.
Gotta love ‘em.
It’s all joy for them.
To be with us.
Gotta love ‘em.
Their tails wag like mad.
Slobbering kisses.
Gotta love us.
It's in their DNA.
After millennia.
Gotta love us.
When we eat shit.
And smell like hell.
Gotta love us.
Such is grace.
Shit and all.
Gotta love one another.
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