My Scotty Dog

My Scotty is my special friend, he’s black as black can be, and I am just as fond of him as he is fond of me. Whenever Im inside the house my Scotty is too and when Im out, he always does exactly what I do.
One lovely sunny summer day, my mother said we could, go out and have a picnic in the woods if we were good.
My Scotty barked and jumped for joy and what he seems to say, was “lets go out together pal, just you and me today"
So mother packed a lunch for us, with picnic things to eat, like sandwiches and fruit and cake and cookies, what a treat.
And Mother who is wonderful had thoughts of Scotty too, she put some puppy biscuits in, the kind he likes to chew.
And when we were done with play, we opened up our lunch, he wouldn’t eat his puppy food, no not a single munch.
 I begged him and I scolded I pointed to his food. I ate one sandwich greedily, it made me feel quite rude.
Scotty only shook his head and looked so sad that I, had all that I could do not just to lay right down and cry.
He wouldn’t touch his puppy food so what was I to do?  I let him share my sandwiches my fruit and cookies too.
And then I had to swallow hard and share his food with him, although it tasted awfully dry and kind of gray and grim.
But oh the look in Scotty's eye, how happy he was then, he licked my face and kissed my hand and we were pals again.
And do you know all though I don’t know just exactly why? Not only was my Scotty glad, but somehow so was I.