Scratching . To cull that persistent itch,
my nose singles out the aroma of fresh food
with which you replenish my bowl;
always, I bound for the kitchen
wagometer flying back and forth,
to show my appreciation.
Lead and collar jangles
will get you a joyous tugging towards the woods
where thrown sticks are a favoured frolic,
making my trips out a delight
my buoyancy and brightness infectious –
spread to my companion of the day’s work out.
Any heavy-handedness, I’ll shy away,
perhaps even bite.
Only like mindedness fits with my overview.