goddog

it is no mistake, that dogs have wagging tails.
their sloppy tongues, kiss faces,
and help to curb our ails.

i cannot really take, a day without a dog.
they simply are just aces,
they burn away my fog.

i know and greet most all,
in my neighborhood.
i ask them how they are. they wag,"fine i'm doing good!"

they say they smell my breakfast,
they ask " how are you too?"
i scratch their ears and say " i'm fine, and thanking you."

the gods knew what they were doing,
when they did the deed,
they knew that dogs were going, to fill a lot of need.

my guess is that the wolf,
turning to the human hand,
came with us and spread out, o'er all the land.

they came to us looking...for the easy food.
hunting for the easy life!
yes,.....and bringing all their brood.

we cared for them, we bred them, look at all the breeds!
they fill our jobs,
and they are,... our favorites. oh, yes, they are indeed.

'anubis may be a jackel, but he's still canine.
god-dog, he judges hearts, 
i think that he likes mine.

for i've never met the dog, i really didn't love.
they sense it too i'm sure,
the gods who reign above.