Watson, my dog, I love so dear.

He’s brown and furry,

And makes my anxiety disappear.

 

Now when I start to feel down,

Also gloomy and blue,

He’ll stick right beside until I feel brand new.

 

He makes me happy when others cannot,

Either making me laugh,

Or staying at my side when I am fraught.

 

He’s feisty, and scrappy, and downright tough,

Until someone bangs on the door,

Then he runs amuck.

 

He hightails it to my room,

To hide behind me,

Afraid of his own shadow, this little dog, is he.

 

My “guardian”,

My puppy,

My Watson, is he.

Forever in my heart, and side, he’ll be.