My friend, you are for me a special teacher
of things that I could never learn from books,
though others see in you a different feature,
that I see too: the cuteness of your looks.
Your love for everyone is nonjudgmental,
and you greet them with joy when they arrive,
reminding me that love is fundamental,
the reason, I believe, we are alive.
Mean behavior often may appall,
and if we dwell on that it makes us sick,
but you don’t hold a grudge, and have a ball
with something simple, like a leafless stick.
You’ve cleared my mind when it’s been veiled in fog,
with your pure love and joy—my friend—my dog.
Mario A. Pita