Tuesday, January 03, 2012

Sleeping In Sheer Content

It was his own, his only world,
And when with hunting spent,
Each night beside my bed he curled,
And slept in sheer content.

-From the Robert W. Service poem, My Dog.


Tara said...

HAHAHAH! SO good...!!!! Best it sleeping!!!

la peregrina said...

She just warms the cockles of my soul in so many way. :)