The Tongue of Thanks
If there is one ritual that many of us could do without
It’s the lick of approval our dogs throw about
Without any thought to our personal preference
Of a face that is clearly marked by saliva absence.
But before we get angry, annoyed, or upset
Because our dog has once again left our face all wet,
Think about exactly what that lick means
And you’ll realize it is nothing remotely obscene.
Dogs lick their alphas to show they submit
And to say on the pack they will never quit.
It says they will follow us to the end of the world
At the sound of our voice they will cease to be curled
In their tight little balls, so comfy in their beds.
For our calls are the driving voice in their heads.
To answer, to love, to follow, to defend
These are all said by that lick in the end.
But most of all it is a sign of appreciation
So you know they respond with dedication.