Here I go,
scampering, barking,
turning circles.
Whining for attention.
Look over there.
A new thing to see.
I pounce on it,
biting,
pulling,
shaking it loose.
Gnawing with my teeth.
You smile and say,
good dog.
It makes me happy.
I look for something else.



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