Loving Charley

Charley, it must be said, is a
creature of rare good temperament.
Large, she is, her Bernese Mountain dog
inheritance. Her presence dominates
the atmosphere with cheer, as one
whose goodwill toward all, and
her rambunctious playfulness
caroming about in the woods,
snuffling out the divine taint of
objects truly unsavoury to roll upon
in utter ecstasy in total surrender to 
hedonistic pleasure not the least bit
excessive, albeit certainly obsessive.
Obedient to her human's call, she
approaches trustingly, reeking,
her black-and-white coat hosting
clinging evidence of spring-released
matter better left to nature to
delicately dispose of. Ah, her human
sighs, you're not a good dog at all, Charley,
you are the best dog in this world!