If my dog could talk

If my dog could talk
I’m sure he’d say
Mom, whats for dinner today
Where are my treats
Dont hide them from me
I want one
Or two or three
Mom, look at me
I’m here, can you see?
I’ll come lick your hand
So you’ll understand
I’m happy and I
Want you to be happy with me

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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