"From Your Dog"

Rooooo... I am your dog.

I love to lick you, its my way of saying hello. It's also because your face is tasty.

When I flick you with my tail its my way of tickling you.

That annoying thing I do when I sit on your foot - that's because I am protecting you from ants.

I licked your nose - oops! Aimed too high.

I love your face, it has hilarious expressions.

Especially when its me you are looking at.

Or, perhaps, the mess on the grass. About that...

It was alive. 

When I destroy things, it is to protect you.

Protect you from scary fluffy teddy bears.

Yep, even them, all cute and innocent.

When I choke on my food its because I have to hurry - in case you leave.

When I wag my tail I am humming a song... tadum tadum..

I really am quite musical.

Haven't you heard me bark?

Or sing - oh yes - I sing very well.

When I jump up with muddy paws, I am imprinting a hug on you.

Its really the best way to do it - dry hugs don't imprint.

When I stare into your eyes, don't go all soppy. I'm actually staring at the crumb on your mouth.

When I trow my head back and loll the tongue I am laughing.

And not just at life. Likely at you.

You are pretty funny.

When you hide, and I cannot find you, it makes me cry. 

I think you enjoy it. 

I will imprint another hug just in case you thought you could forget me.

When I scratch you, I am drawing.

Your legs are really good drawing boards.

Plus, your attempts at yelping are very funny.

You don't make a good dog - you walk past the sniffy dead things.

If I give you one, treasure it always.

It is a gift. 

If I take it back, it needed killing some more.

If you can never stop thinking about me, I imprinted my hug deep.

If not, let me try again.

OR how about the claw art?

Sincerely,

Your Dog.