To Be a Dog
My beautiful sister has had a few days off for the holidays and got hit by a little inspiration. She wrote a poem about the life of a dog, most importantly, how good those four-legged creatures have it. She herself has two big four-legged creatures, Scout and Daisy, who ramble and frolick through each day with wagging tongues and tails; chasing squirrels and foxes, wrestling, running free in the semi-prairielike back yard. Scout is the spotted Blue Heeler, and Daisy is the sleek black Lab. Scout is good. And Daisy is . . . well . . . Daisy's still learning.