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.