There are dogs and, then, there is ‘The Dog’;
The one that owns you right from the moment your eyes meet;
The one who silently commands you with puppy eyes to pick it up;
and marks you as his own territory by fervant licks;
The one who ties you around its wagging tail
and rules your life then onwards.
It’s too late until you realise that you’ll be
feeding him out of your hand, buying him toys,
taking him on walks, cleaning after him;
become his slave for the rest of your life…
It’s too late because you are already ensnared in the trap
the little four-legged cupid had set up for you…
You have lost your heart…
For some reason, I’m missing you a lot, Master Bruno...
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