Rosie the Collie....

.... There is nothing that worries me more
than a Dog that doesn't like me.

Seems to me then that my 67 years of trying
to be seen as a worthy person
have been revealed as a front, a sham.

I have resorted to bribery. Presents. Toys for her to chase.

But after an hour of throwing
(the very expensive) rubber ring from Glasgow,
is this the look of someone who has begun to love and trust me?