My Dog

I have a grey old dog
Who I loves me more than bones.
She's seen my best and worst
And still calls me her very own.
She doesn't think I need a Nobel prize,
I'm just fine in her eyes.
Heaven help anyone who tries
To tell her something less.
She's just not impressed.
I'm doing the best I can,
At least that's what I plan.
I'm trying to be the person that
My dog thinks I am.
There's room to improve my mother used to say,
Don't let big dogs get you down, or get in your way.
It just takes a little spit shine,
A little patience, a little time.
And when in doubt just be kind
Even to yourself,
Not just everyone else.
I'm doing the best I can,
At least that's what I plan.
I'm trying to be the person that
My dog thinks I am.
Though she's not the sharpest crayon,
My dog loves me as I am.
Unenlightened or attuned,
She still thinks I hang moon.
I thought I might skip the middle of the book,
Blow past all those pages without a single look.
Even when its hard see,
I'm right where I need to be.
We all learn to some degree
One step at a time.
And this step is mine.
I'm doing the best I can,
At least that's what I plan.
I'm trying to be the person that
My dog thinks I am.