She is a true blue Lassie-type named Rozie.
She will probably never save my life,
nor will she disappear so I can cry, “Rozie, Come Home!”
This dog I love prefers to sleep.
She sleeps all day and all night.
She is sleeping now.
But, sometimes I do wake her up
to add some excitement to her life
like a belly rub or a little conversation.
She was a rescue dog destined for a killing shelter,
saved by my beautiful niece,
who eventually led her to us.
So when I wake Rozie up,
I ask, “Where did you start life? and
Did they name you Rozie? and
How do you like it here with us?”
She rolls over on her back.
I take that to mean she is content.
And of course, there is always the sleeping.
The vet says she is probably 13, old for a
big dog.
So maybe she deserves to sleep.
She’s sleeping now.
I think I will join her.