what is he thinking?

I sit and take a bit.
he waches my every move.
he lyes at my feet,
wimperiing quietly, looking so sad and upset.
what is he thinking,
whst would he say if he could talk?
what would he do i he could stand tall?
we will never know the answer to these questions.
Y?
because he is a dog!
♥ x ♥ x