His glare doesn't blink or break.
His ears are reminiscent of gremlins.
His sad "let me into the house" face,
Pulls on the heart strings.
Brown furr around his eyes and cheeks,
all of that smug symmetry he had since puphood.
Black furr from the top of the head to the nose.
Again stripes as if painted on by artists.
He suddenly points his long dark nose.
away from me, in the direction of the passionfruit.
Then his piercing eyes readjust on me,
and grind straight through me
As if I was the dog and he was the human.
You must understand this animal destroyed trash cans,
attacked other dogs, would force himself on anything with legs.
After the snip he became philosophical, observant just too clever.
He shook his body and neck his collar tag rattling.
He wasn't interested in the night creatures.
He didn't care about the outside world,
he just wanted to be near me.
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