This is the only coffee shop in town
That’ll give me dog something to eat.
He sits stretching in the sun,
Looking for stomach rubs and treats.
After a walk in the park,
Chasing pigeons, chasing me.
Barking at the squirrel,
Who’s hiding up the tree.
He sees the best in everything,
Every person, every soul.
He’ll slether your face in a second,
All in one go.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon 