Dog Years

The stones accumulate at last and make you mellow your public face is quite aghast, your inner fellow will wonder what will now become of your resolve as inner voices on a drum play jazz and golf. It's only milestones says your doc nothing to worry, it is not you who will take stock and when the flurry of plain arrythmia does arrive it is too late. You had such fun while still alive my friend and mate. And I insist to hold your hand with all its sweat no soul could better understand a treasured pet.