He’s always there, always
watching me. He tries
to lick my face,
but what can I do?
I cannot stop the adorable
that is him.

It’s six in the morning, and time
to sleep, but all he wants
to do is play.

Sweet, sweet Pit Bull,
you are three months
of muscle-rippling,
face-licking,
cat-pouncing,
couch-eating puppy
love.