This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Clarion chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Four legs and a wet nose.
Soft ears and begging eyes.
And a mass too big to sit on your lap.
Two boys, both good.
But also, two boys that are bad.
Two boys, ten years apart,
And best friends forever.
Eight legs and two wet noses,
Cuddle me in the night.
Two boys steal the blankets,
And relieve the stress of the day.
These two boys make me feel calm,
And that is happiness.