Dog Cheer

When I’m depressed and barely slog

through daily life my loving dog

still cheers me on with faith that’s blind

to all the ills of humankind.

He finds delight in each new day,

so long as he can have his way,

and when he can’t he barks and growls,

and like a ref denouncing fouls,

proclaims that this warped world should change

in ways we should let him arrange.

To cope with life so harsh and stark

it’s time that we all learned to bark.

– Tom Greening