You Love Us, Don’t You? by Nell Jones
photo by faith goble
If it weren’t for dogs,
Who would see that men get their daily walks?
Their wives? Nah . . .
If it weren’t for dogs,
Who would be man’s best friend?
His wife? Nah . . .
If it weren’t for dogs,
Who would protect the house when everyone’s away?
A cat? Nah . . .
If it weren’t for dogs,
Who would get man up at the crack of dawn?
The alarm clock? Nah . . .
If it weren’t for dogs,
How would man describe his fatigue?
Cat tired? Nah . . .
If it weren’t for dogs,
Who would climb into bed and protect from thunder storms?
Who would greet with wagging tail and eager heart?
Who would eat the scraps from the table that no one else would eat?
OK, so we get fleas —
So, we go March Hare crazy over a female in heat—
So, we sneak in where we are not supposed to be—
So, we steal the roast from the dining room table—
Who else accepts man’s foibles without complaining?
Who else melts man’s heart with big, begging, brown eyes?
Who else, when we’re gone to the big bone yard in the sky,
Does he talk about and say,
“Now that was a real man’s dog!”
