All I ask

All I ask:
Is for a warm bed
And pats on my head
Is for food in my tummy
Sometimes bread and honey
Is to overlook my faux pas
And not to cry but to laugh
Is for you to love me every day
To walk and run and play

All I ask is for you to love me.

Really, it's not much when I get to look into those big brown eyes each day, to know that he loves me back in his own doggy way.

Cousteau has slobbed around all day whilst I have been working on my assignment. I feel confident that it's on its way to completion. I can't wait to tick that big one off my To-do list!

Out for tea tonight, I think. Today's pace has felt much more 'doable'.

Later.