
10/06/2025
No Woofs Given
I strut through life with zero cares,
A tangled mop of windswept hairs.
The mailman knocks? I barely flinch—
Not barking back, not budging an inch.
No leash, no rules, no nervous ticks,
I nap through chaos, sleep through tricks.
You dropped your food? I might take part—
But only if it stirs my heart.
The cat walks by? Let her parade.
I’m too refined for petty shade.
A squirrel scrambles? Let it run—
I’ve better spots to catch the sun.
Drama? Nope. I just recline,
A zen-like master, tail divine.
The world can spin, can bark, can spin—
No woofs are given. I always win.
📸Pawsitive Connection
🐕Ellie Mae