"I talk to him when I'm lonesome like;
and I'm sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively,
and gently licks my hands;
then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,
but I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
but never a friend like that."

~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

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Author's Notes:- Let's turn poetic today.

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Man's Best Friend- By TW2

A knock on the door,
No, two.
No, three.

Can't they see that I'm not free?

Don opened the door
'fter a short while.
Then he saw two men,
most vile.

"Hello, I am from the AVA."

"Pardon me, what did you say?"

"The AVA, you know us well."

Of course I do, you spawns from hell.

"We heard a complaint about your dog."

"A dog, you say. I haven't a fog."

At this instance,
Golden appeared.
Knowing not these
people she feared.

"Ain't that your dog?"

"Alas, it is!"

"Ain't she too big?"

"Don't bullshit me, miss."

They left the doorstep,
a warning in sight.
They would take Golden away,
unless she takes flight.

Mum panicked,
Dad frowned.
Don thought-
They're not mentally sound.

The scoldings began,
pain and blame a-mix.
Yet Don was not listening.
He had to get out of that fix.

He phoned a few people,
Solutions requested.
Alas, there was one!
Yet it was risky; not tested.

The plan was made,
And things went our way.
Though all these while,
we had no play.

A week has passed and Mum got a call.
Was this pride before a fall?

"Hello Mdm Yeo? This is the AVA."

"Ah yes, you found me. Today's a fine day!"

"Now now, let's get down to business, no more tricks to play."

"First I will listen to what you have to say."

"We have decided that your dog can stay. No one else can take her away."

The gods were merciful,
apparently.
They saw the love
that came to be.

Golden was safe,
from the clutches of bad law.
She won't have to live
behind a caged door.

Licenses were approved,
tags were returned.
The men who threatened her,
in hell they were burned.

One question remains
through this incident.
Does our 'lil Golden know
what has happened?

There are never answers to such questions,
Let us leave them be.
Now Don shall finish this poem off
with some cliche for all to see.

"Always loyal till never-end,
the dog is Man's best friend."

Woot.