When I die, weave my soul into the fur of a Schnauzer.
Hand me off to a master
who reveres wild spirits yet keeps a treat tucked away
to entice me to stay.
When I die, weave my soul into the fur of a Schnauzer.
Hand me off to a master
who reveres wild spirits yet keeps a treat tucked away
to entice me to stay.
Donna Dakota in Word 