When the door opens
Out bounds
The bumbling bundle of bouncing energy
Wagging its tail
With flaming, eager, sightless eyes.
Uncontrollable happy smiles
Brim from its jowls
Demanding cuddles.
Behind, the experienced one sits
Keen gaze fixed on the attention
The blind bundle receives.
Foolish. Untrained. Impulsive.
But sometimes worth indulging
In a game of tug o’ war.
Part of the family now,
After all.