My Spaniel

Can you smell the corn, my spaniel? I remember long

ago another starry night like this. In a La-Z-Boy, my spaniel. You were snorting

to yourself and softly licking your lil paw. I could hear the distant humming

sounds of popping corn were coming from afar. I'm closer now,

my spaniel. Every hour, every minute spent with my tri. I was so

afraid, my spaniel. We were young and full of life and none

of us prepared to die. And I'm not ashamed to say the cuddling and

love sponging almost made me cry. There was something in the air