"The Hairy Dog"

Here's a poem we read in school today- and we couldn't help but think of a dog WE know...

My dog's so furry, I've not seen

His face for years and years:

His eyes are buried out of sight,

I only guess his ears.

When people ask me for his breed,

I do not know or care:

He has the beauty of them all

Hidden beneath his hair.

(don't worry, Dillon; we'll get you a haircut when it warms up a bit...)