My dog, a lab, is mostly manic
With only occasional bouts of panic
At thunderstorms and fireworks
Set off at night by thoughtless jerks.
By nature she is always happy
And even when I’m feeling crappy,
At the door, my ass a draggin’
She greets me with her tail a waggin’.
She seems to find no imposition,
My sometimes surly disposition
And meets me still with love and gratitude,
Despite my curt and sour attitude.
Those times when I’m not glad to be me,
She is never sad to see me
Reminding me when this occurs,
To be less like me, and more like her.