Just A Dog

• Molly Fraser, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

I’m a dog. I like being a dog.
I will always like being a dog. Why?
Because all of you tall walking things are so loving and caring.
Oh, and, you know those stick looking things that poke out of the side of you? Yeah, I love them.
My best friend Riley pats me with them all the time, it’s so nice. It’s like getting a free luxurious massage any time I want.

I can be very persuasive, I just pull up the sad eyes, and there we go!
Sometimes Riley likes to just sit and do absolutely nothing, he always looks sad when this happens, so I always go and comfort him…. Maybe he thinks it’s because I feel bad for him, but I just feel the need for an itch.

The thing I don’t understand about you humans is why do you always put the yummiest food in the bin and then get mad when we eat it?
Also, why do I never see you groom yourself? Please, show a little hygiene!

Lastly,
Why don’t you handle stress properly? Handle every situation like a dog.
If you can’t eat it and destroy it, Just pee on it and walk away.

I better go now because Riley is literally looking at me creepily like he has seen a dog writing in English, So….
I'll be on my way now, So Long,
I have no idea what I will do now… (eat…. eat some more……and just a little bit more…and that’s it…. after a little bit more)