My funny dog, you inspire me to write.

I love the way you frolick, romp and run,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the playful bun.

Let me compare you to a gentle gust

You are more silly, aesthetic and cute.

Sun’s heat toasts the blind frolics of August,

And summertime has the ascetic hoot.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your frenetic nose, tail and fur.

Thinking of your wagging tail fills my days.

My love for you is the sunny true fir.

Now I must away with a saddened heart,

Remember my bright words whilst we're apart.