To bark or not to bark, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of the cold concrete cage,
Or to take paws against a sea of troubles,
And by a rescue end them?
I was a wandering soul, a cur of the streets,
Until thou didst appear, like the sun breaking o'er the park.
Now, my leash is a ribbon of love,
And this sofa, my sovereign throne.
I give thee my heart, and abundance of devotion,
For truly, faithful friends are hard to find.
