You are not a Teacup Yorkie.
You are a Doberman, an
Australian Shepherd, a Siberian Husky.
You are a working dog.
You were not meant to shiver in your mother’s purse,
Bows fastened between your furry ears;
You were meant to pull sleds through thick snow, track
Rabbits and thieves, gather lost sheep.
You will not wag your tail when you open your eyes
