sam hill

When ever I'm sad, my dog knows it.
He pokes his nose in my leg,
and barks playfully,
wags his tail and sits down,
leaning heavy against
my shins.

I talk to him."Yeh, I'm sad today. Why are dogs always happy?
I don't get it. I wish I could be happy like a dog. I guess I feel better.
You have dog esp don't you?
You've been trying to cheer me up for years. Why? I just keep getting sad.
You bark at me. It goes in one ear and out the other."

Sam Hill