There was a time in my life when I had nice stuff
Nothing fancy or expensive, but decent enough
Hand-me-downs, trinkets, an antique or two
They made this house Home, at least in my view
My bed so amazing she has her own name
Now rests atop chewed box springs, head hung in shame
The floor around her, once shiny and new
Is tattered and flayed and needs a redo
Even the walls had nice paper and paint
Windows had blinds and screens, and now they cain’t
I know it’s crazy (it’s what I’ve been called)
My giant dogs built me the Taj Mahal
Clean windows and floors might be joyful things
But slobber and hair are the joys dogs bring
Unconditional love and lifelong friends
Is a match from the heavens that won’t end
It may have been hard to part with my stuff
But the space that’s been cleared just isn’t enough
To squeeze in all the love, drool, and mayhem
But my life is complete living with them
It’s just stuff, after all, I can buy more
But giant dog love ain’t sold in no store
