Stick, Ball, or Bone
It is at the height of their joy a dog’s thanks is most clear.
As they tear back in your direction, ball or stick in mouth
The joy glistening like mad, radiating from their eyes
You know there’s nothing that can disguise
Their pure pleasure and thanks for you, their alpha most dear.
It all starts with one of the smallest of gestures
Taking them out to a place where they can play free
Hiding deep within your pockets their greatest joy
Then once you reach your final destination, you pull out a toy
And see the light of gratitude in their eyes, a look of glee.
For we humans we cannot understand how this repetition
Perpetually instigates such unabashed jubilation.
But to dog, oh the pleasure, such unbridled merriment
Throw them a stick, ball, or bone
And the bounds of their happiness is unknown
In this simple action the seed of thanks you have sown
Winning praise and continued acknowledgement.
Over and over they return to your side
Dropping a slimy toy at your feet
Wiggling and waggling as they wait for you to act
So they can resume the chase at maximum stride.
In their delight we find our own happiness that we can’t hide.
When it is over and our dogs are so tired but still they give praise
It’s for this feeling we will soon again find the stick, ball, or bone we will again raise.