Some are naughty, some are nice.
And this one’s full of extra full of spice.
Yet my boy’s knows he must be good.
As Santa’s coming to our ‘hood.
Turn that frown around.
Vets aren’t mean. They must be seen.
Treats will do the trick.
Warmth is what dogs crave.
Our love too prevents the blues.
Winter’s just too long.
Guess it’s black and white.
Some dogs speak just with their eyes.
Yet they say so much.
Cat naps melt the blues.
Some girls love a morning snooze.
Frowns turn upside down.
Mornings are the best.
I get treats. We’ve had some rest.
Is that Mom I hear?
Find your autumn bliss.
With warmth and love, you can’t miss.
Smell that pumpkin pie?