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Not Just a Dog's Life - March 28, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 28
  • 1 min read

I’m no different than

Oliver and Gracie

 

I hang around the house,

sometimes the backyard

stick my nose, sometimes,

where it belongs, sometimes not

 

I calculate portions

of food before they’re plated

and naps have accelerated

in length and frequency

 

yeah, amazing how the eyelids

have gained weight over the years,

can hardly hold themselves up

 

Joe and I, the alpha pair,

let a lot of doggy behavior

slide, the other dogs know

we’re soft, lazy Alpha’s

 

we drape, and re-drape the

house, all of us,

throughout the day

 

our fashion statement for the aging

 
 
 

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