A pug who snores and grunts in her sleep,
Who doesn't regonize rich from cheap.
With a curled tail and a slant to her walking,
And enjoys peering over curtains for people watching.
Who finds happiness at the bottom of peanut butter jars
With a friendly wrinkled nose who will even say hi to passing cars.
To watch people quarrel from a few feet above,
Not understanding words but can feel the love.
To find happiness, a simple life to live.
It's the only way to life affective.