There is a small brown dog bed.

It’s round and old just like its inhabitant

Chewed up like a shark attacked it with no mercy whatsoever.

But still the small brown dog

Refuses to sleep anywhere else.

He curls up into a ball every night

A ball so tight it could be used as a basketball

But it is a living thing

That has fur nice and soft

And long chocolate hair

That flows through fingers,

With no problems at all,

Like a hand moving through the soft waves of the blue ocean.