Moving Mantra
04/10/2009
I pant like a steam engine
When I ride in the moving bed
So many noises and smells
I live in the moment
The other lady smells familiar
My food and bedding is always the same
I like the old man and his sounds, he pets me well
My people are here
Now I have a new home to learn
Pleasing my own is important
Treats are always tasty