In and Out
The Lapdog
Dogs that stand outside and seek admittance to within
overlook the worth of what they’ve seen and where they’ve been.
Those of us sealed fast inside yearn to see the world
that we have been deprived of as we lie securely curled
in the safety of our houses, away from chasing cars
and other fun activities kept from us by bars.
We would feel such ecstasy racing after squirrels,
other dogs and cats and lizards, skunks and boys and girls.
We seek to flee the rules that those street dogs seem to flout.
We would have such wild adventures if we only could get out!!
The Street Dog
Lucky little dogs with collars sit there looking out
as though they do not know what life for street curs is about.
We’d love to have their pampering and their daily feeding.
What they seek escape from is exactly what we’re needing!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
The poem is delightful – now go get some zzzzzz’s!
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1:14 P.M. and up for the day.
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Ah! Good morning!
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Love the poem but love the pic of Morrie more. You are a good friend to forgo sleep for then. Wow!
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Handsome Scottie! And if that poodle is a street dog, I’ll eat the Duke.
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The poodle is supposed to be the lap dog. Morrie is playing the role of the street dog, locked outside the grill!
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