I’m dreaming of a dog biscuit
Tall as a house and twice as wide
Little toys that squeak
And kids that shriek
And huge bones made of rawhide

I’m dreaming of a huge buffet
With all the plates at table’s edge
Grabbing hefty portions
Of people rations
Before they go in the fridge

I’m dreaming of a long walkie
One where I choose where I will go
Greeting doggie friends
Sniffing both ends
Our tails wagging to and fro

I'm dreaming of a soft pillow
all to myself and end of day
Where I snore the evening away
Storing energy for doggie play...

Elizabeth Cusulas