Dog and her old friend

They make joke of her seeming lying
In complete canine disinterest in flies,
Her lack of tail for flying wind of flies.

She doesn’t understand carnal jokes.
Nor do they follow a dog’s emotions,
Her paw-prints  not seen in garden.

After her old friend stopped thinking
In her arm, she is such dogged friend
Who brings smiles back to her eyes.

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