Into the coffee bar I go,

Walk to the counter,

Order my coffee

Then walk to my table.

That is when I see her,

And she sees me.

She is all excited

Pulling on her lead,

Trying to reach me.

My coffee goes on the table

And I go towards her.

She jumps as I reach her,

The joy she shows is so wonderful.

I put my hands on her

And stroke her,

Both gently and roughly.

She is in her own world,

Her own world of joy

When I touch her.

Touch to anyone is wonderful

But to Stella it is so much more,

It shows love for all,

For all who are with her.

Such a loving dog

Who makes her owners

So very proud of her,

And the love flows

From them to her,

And from her to them.