Dog House
He was in his house
And I felt proud at it
With room for him inside
To move around a bit
It was a special house
With shingles on the roof
And with a little porch
Where he could lie down too
When the sun beat down
He had plenty shade
And he lounged around
His house every day
He could see the rain
Whenever it came down
And remained dry
When all was wet around
The house was solely his
And he barked when he could
At those he didn’t know
In his neighborhood
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w c (
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A fine write w c. Could you build one for my 18+ watchdog Fido?! lol.
Are you saying your dog, Fido, is 18 years old?! lol.
Erm, nope, he is my 18+ watchdog - he barks if anyone has not marked a poem as 18+ and it should be marked up. Or where he thinks there is anything I might swoon at! lol
w c,
That IS a great house!
Lucky dog 🐶!
I love the pastel colors!
I enjoyed the read!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Thanks, Laura. He is, indeed, a very lucky dog.
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