No deep words.
My adult son brought his dog home. He loves it that we’ve not yet cut the grass.
I love the way he plops down in a big brown flop then huffs and rests.
Does anyone else feel inclined to chronicle such things?
Oops, I think that was deep.
Came home middle of the day to let Colt out
And decided, finding him all chilled out
That heaven for a Labrador pup
The warmth of sunshine on your back
The cool of February on your belly.
If I spoke Labrador he’d say “That’s right, Lisa. Chill out.”
“Colton Dixon” I call him, the big brown dog…