...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Sounds like my dog :) LOTS of drool.
Aww, then I know I'd love your dog, too - drool and all! = )
This poems speaks to me, Bridget. Our dog gets impatient if we do not go to bed at a decent hour. He's the master of the eye-roll, until we put him in his crate for the night with a biscuit.
Ours too, Laura, she's sometimes worse than our kids! Love the thought of your dog rolling his eyes. There's a poem in there... = )