The Present


My Best Friend

My Best Friend

My best friend is forever at my side.

He listens intently when I must confide.

He is my greatest ally at any given moment.

I am certain his presence is heaven sent.

A welcome greeting is always there for me.

With loyalty and affection, he proves his fidelity.

We share a sacred bond of unconditional devotion.

A link that connects us with ceaseless emotion.

When asked who my best friend is . . .

I am pleased to let you know

He is my rough coated terrier named Romeo.

50 Reasons Why I Love My Dog

I have often thought there was a reason why the word God and Dog are interchangeable since they possess many of the same qualities.

He depends on me to survive.

He does not interrupt me when I am speaking.

He doesn’t care if I am pretty.

He doesn’t gossip.

He doesn’t like vegetables.

He doesn’t look at himself in the mirror.

He drinks the right amount of water.

He follows me everywhere.

He has good instincts.

He has gotten nicer with age.

He has never been mean spirited.

He has never said an unkind word to anyone.

He has unconditional love for me.

He is a tension reliever when the world has beaten me up.

He is always happy to see me.

He is an expert at getting what he wants.

He is comfortable in his own fur.

He is in a good mood when he wakes up.

He isn’t trying to sell me anything (maybe the need for a biscuit)

He kisses on command.

He knows how to have a good time.

He knows how to make the best of every situation.

He knows how to scratch his own back.

He lets me kiss him.

He lets me know strangers are near.

He lets me nibble his ears.

He licks my tears.

He likes everyone he meets.

He likes leftovers.

He likes me better after yoga class.

He likes people more than dogs.

He likes to dance.

He likes to eat as much as I do.

He likes to go for a walk.

He likes to play.

He likes to take naps.

He listens intently.

He makes friends easily.

He runs to see me when I hit the door.

He starts his day by leaping off the bed.

He thinks cats are strange.

He thinks TV is boring.

He twirls when he is excited.

He waits for me to come home.

His eyes are sincere.

His favorite ice cream is Cherries Garcia.

His tail is always wiggling.

I always know what I will receive from him.

I am his favorite person.

I depend on him for love.

by cmc

My Dog Romeo


Romeo is crimson and red in color

The first time I saw him

I knew as a breed there could be no other

His furnishings resemble the color of wheat

All the way down to his tiny, little feet

The tip of his tail is stroked in honey and cream

In the show ring no points would it deem

His ears are straight and pointed like arrows

The color is similar to carnelian of the pharaohs

In sunlight his hair glistens bright gold and yellow

I must admit he is a mighty handsome fellow

His nose, eyes and claws parallel the richest of soil

With the deepest attachment he is forever loyal

He is a terrier and wholly red devilish at heart

A blue day it will be when together we must part

by cmc

Cinco de Mayo 1999 Romeo was 10 weeks old