Heaven

Heaven - I'm in heaven.
My heart beats, so that I can hardly bark.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When I wrap my jaws around this juicy little bone.

(OK you try and find something that rhymes with "bark").

The thing is that SHE has decreed that now I have my grown-up teeth, I can chew on a bone. A real dead bone from the butchers. With marrow, and meat stuck to it, and everything.

I'm a big dog now.