My Mom is a Dog
My mom is a dog.
She is it’s ears, listening to her children’s thrilling conversations.
She is it’s legs, choosing which path I should follow and guiding me where I wish to go.
She is it’s tongue, drooping out to display the information if she is tired and panting, or not (She’s panting all the time!)
She is it’s mouth, giving warnings and advice with her soft call.
She is it’s spine, the backbone of the family, supporting my problems and holding the family together.
She is it’s brain, containing lots of knowledge, intelligence, and wisdom, but doesn’t show it.
She is it’s tail, wagging with pride and delightfulness, and always in a gleeful mood.
She is it’s nose, constantly hunting for problems.
She is it’s fur, providing comfort and warmth.
She is it’s eyes, sparkling with beauty, confidence, peace, and grace.
My mom is a dog.
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