She takes her job seriously...
Bolt is my papergirl.
She goes out for her morning walk
...down the long driveway
...to the dirt road
finds the morning paper by the gate
and brings it to the front porch.
She sits on the bench in the sunshine
...and looks in the window
of the kitchen door
waiting for me to notice her
...after I have made the coffee.
I open the door.
She trots in, drops the paper and sits,
anxiously waiting for....
the sound of the doggie cookie jar.
It's a dogs life.