Ever wonder what your dog is thinking when he dreams? Here are my thoughts on my dog, a soft cuddly Kuvasz who wouldn't hurt a thing!
Honey, the Hound of the Baskervilles!
Carole Stolz
Hairy face,
not a trace
of worry there.
Not a care
except for eating
meat and sleeping.
Chasing deer
and near enough
to bite the flesh
and feel it ripping.
Moist and soft
the blood a-dripping.
On and on as you pursue
the life, where you
are „King of the Pack“
„Best Dog on the Street“,
a waggy tail
for every stranger you meet.
...But in the quiet of your dreams
you’re the „Hound of the Baskervilles“ it seems!
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